On January 7th Raf turned six and a HALF! How did this happen, how did he become so big and heavy that lifting him up is becoming a real, objective challenge?! He is a sweet boy, brimming with kindness and a will to do good things. A penchant for leaving messes everywhere, for throwing cushion without thought, for leaving his coat and bag strewn anywhere, left in his wake as he demands a snack and a TV show after school, before checking himself, re-asking with a 'please' and a look of slight, yet real embarrassment.
He loves Octonauts, isn't even slightly concerned that they're for younger guys, his favourite foods revolve around anything crunchy, his favourite colour is green, he wants to wear only 'cool clothes', and loves his siblings with such joy. I'm sure he misses being our only one sometimes as he gets lost in the younger kid shuffle, but he lets me know that he is sure I love him the most and that he wants more brothers and sisters, that he'd like to marry both Charlie and Hattie... He wants to make two machines: one that stops people from dying, and another which gets rid of snow. He is very interested in reincarnation and Buddhism, and yesterday, when Charlie threw his sock as I tried to pull them on Raf's clammy feet after swimming, he whispered to me, 'I don't think Charlie is going to be reincarnated'