I suppose it's because my birthday is on the 8th, and it's in October (which means eight, even if it's now the tenth month) and my year of birth has an 8 in it too (but more than that I'm not admitting). Then Mahe was born in 2008 and Anja was born on the 8th of June, and weighed 8lb 8oz. I'm sure that there are as many 'signs' that could make other number just as special for me, but I always decided that I liked eight, and so it's always been my lucky number.
|8lb 8oz on the 8th|
Last week my biggest boy turned eight, which seems completely crazy. How can he possibly be that old already? I remember when he was born thinking that eight was so grown up, even though obviously eight year olds are still very much children, I still couldn't quite get my head around my little baby being that big.
|Mr 8 before his haircut.|
It's not as bad as turning five, although of course he's older than that, because it's not an age that's a real landmark, not like starting school or something similar. I know that this is not startling new news, it's what everyone says, but they really do grow up so fast. I look at him sometimes and wonder how he can possibly be so grown up, such a little person in his own right (and let's be honest; not so little these days) it only seems a few moments ago that he was a tiny little newborn. At the same time though, I can't really get my head around the thought of not being a Mum, the way I once was. It seems so long ago.
|Eight years ago|
|Mr 6 with a birthday pressy|
But for now it's all about birthdays, my big boys and the number eight.