"Really?" asked Arran.
"Really really," I replied. "Of all the little boys in the world, you are the best one."
"I'm not the best ONE," he replied indignantly, "I'm THREE!"
"Of course! You're the best three then."
And he is. Of all the little boys I know, he is the very best one. I can't believe it's been three years since I lay awake even after a 24 hour labour and stared at this chunky baby in the cot next to me, both falling in love and feeling like something had just landed from another planet.
In those three years he has gone from being a tiny (yes, 9lb 7.5oz but still comparatively tiny!) and helpless newborn baby, dependent on me for everything, to being a real, proper boy who can walk and run and show me his 'groovy moves', who can open the fridge and drawer and help himself to a yoghurt and a spoon. A boy with friends, who goes to their birthday parties and squabbles with them over whose turn it is to hold the red car. A real little human with a cheeky sense of humour, a strong will, and an ever questioning, ever unfolding mind.
It's great fun being his mum. I love answering all his questions, having our funny chats and watching little lights switching on in his head.
Generally, he's happy and, normal toddler moments aside, easygoing. He loves to learn and the other day we had fun in the car thinking of rhyming words. It always amazes me when he 'gets' some new concept like this. I'm also pretty sure he's a genius. We do sums using Happyland people, and he can add one to any number. Or subtract one. Or get mixed up and do the opposite of either of these. Or say a random number, and then call me a 'silly chops' and run away laughing. Genius I tell you.
He's very full of love and there is still no sound on earth as sweet as 'I love you Mummy'. He's also affectionate towards his sister and it's such fun watching their relationship develop as they giggle together.
I'm really proud of him, and feel so privileged to be his mummy. He makes me feel lucky every day.