the look-a-like

When you are adopted you grow up looking like no one. Although I do feel I looked like my mum anyway, and so did everyone else. Having children of my own that even slightly look like me is a little strange for me and a little scary. Taj looks a lot like I did as a little one and I thought today I would show you where he gets his crazy blonde hair from and his cheeky face.

Yesterday was a very hard day for me. I had to take Taj to his regular doctor to talk about his treatment and as it is a 30 minute drive from home he did not have a good car trip. He screamed the whole way there and the whole way home. I have cancelled our holiday to melbourne, and booked it for after his operation. His ears would burst and with the pain he had today, there is no way I am putting him through that. He loves planes, and I want him to love flying in one.

The holiday was booked for my mum's anniversary. I needed to go away. I needed to not be here. I was here last year and I found it incredibly hard. But beautiful friends gave the memory of my mum life yesterday as they offered to help me celebrate her, and not let her die completely. Thank you.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Anything fabulous planned? I am having one of my regular coffee dates with a beautiful friend, and the waffle date is not on for another week. I am considering, weather permitting we might do it on our own. I am having waffle withdrawals, and missing my friend too of course.