I feel like I have so many moments from our holiday to include in this lovely link up created by super wonderful, and multi-award winning blogger Katie, from Mummy Daddy Me.
This is one of them.
This may seem a bit of an odd thing to include. It's not a milestone, it's not anything massive, but it's a simple little thing. A little thing that I took notice of, enough notice to take a photo of and something that for some reason has remained a vivid memory from our last day on holiday.
My mum always joked about baby trousers having pockets in them. "Why do babies need pockets? What are they likely to put in pockets?" She has a point really, and I think the moment children notice their pockets is a tiny milestone, the moment they stand there, with their fingers slightly poking inside their pocket almost like a model pose.
Charles quite regularly asks to have things to put in his pockets. I've even been brave enough to ask him to look after my car key, and money or even just a hairband of mine.
I noticed on holiday he would just stand there with a hand in one pocket, or both hands in his pocket quite regularly. I caught this little moment in Bruge, whilst we were in the main square (or a main square) waiting for others to get back from a cash machine.
Apparently he was looking for his mobile phone, which I thought was rather adorable.
The simple things in life are often the sweetest.
It won't be long until my boys are grown up and popping keys, chewing gum, a mobile phone, and money into their pockets. These pockets will be full of the essentials, with the things they need for everyday life. Pockets which were once empty, to fit children who had no need for pockets, no essential items which need to go in them, will be hidden away in the loft, no longer needed. And they will be dressed in trousers with pockets built to be used, built to be filled, built for young men, built for fully grown men. My men.
Men. Two of them.
What an odd thought.