six months

I couldn't remember my age a few minutes ago. That's a sign of growing old isn't it? Anyway- I've had my age counted and verified and I am pleased to say I'm actually a year younger than my body looks and feels.
I mention my age because I sometimes find it hard to believe I am married with two children when I am still just a fifteen year old girl with bushy hair and recently removed braces.
My beautiful man Seth has hit the six month mark and is cracking on. He is crawling and almost sitting up. He is gnawing on rice cakes and sucking frantically on Ezra's leftover fruit. He likes formula but loves breastmilk.
He loves making us laugh and performs for giggles. He is friendly and confident- even his separation anxiety seems mild. He can play on his own or with the bigger boys and rarely whimpers- except when he goes to sleep, which he hates, and when he's in his pram (I expect he'd rather walk everywhere.)
My Nan says he's "been here before" and there's certainly a look of wisdom and serenity in those baby blues.
He's amazing- I love that he is so different from his brother. I adore Ezra's zippy energy as much as I'm enamoured with the stillness in Seth. He watches everything and smiles endlessly.
I could watch him play for hours (and often do). Ezra teaches him to sing songs and play with toys, Seth copies Ezra's mannerisms.
They both laugh maniacally at naptime.
My favourite part of the day is lying between them both during their afternoon sleep. Sometimes when I leave them in bed together, Seth snuggles up to Ezra- Ezra doesn't mind one bit.

edit: especially for the viewers of CBBC. I fancy Sportacus.