Last week was spent visiting The Netherlands and Belgium for the half-term break. And while I will put together a proper post about it another time, I wanted to write about my boy. For years we only had UK holidays. He was such a handful from the ages of 18 months to about 4 1/4. He would throw a tantrum about everything. He didn't want to leave the house. He didn't want to come home. He didn't like the colour of his cup of water.
But then it was fine. And now it's better than fine. Dubz turned six last month and he's an absolute joy to be around. Don't get me wrong, he has his moments. But he no longer strops about everything. But for the most part, spending time with him is utterly lovely. He really enjoyed our holiday. He loved relaxing, playing UNO. But he also loved our day trips, and exploring. He is always up for an adventure, and always has a kiss for his mother. And he loves taking photos with me. Utter bliss.