Monday, 17 March 2014
We've been counting our sleeps since Thursday, and getting muddled up and a bit confused/ticked off with it. But today was the day that Olly turned four. Poor boy was poorly all through the night with a hacking cough and cold combo. But he's been a trooper today, bolstered no doubt by Ninjago Lego, Fancy Red Loco and all manner of lovely gifts from family and friends.
I made the most hilarious birthday cake, which has become a minor celebrity in my Facebook circle. I keep looking at it and laughing. I may make it a mission of mine to give loved ones dreadfully composed cakes for their birthdays. Don't be nice about it - I know that it's cack!
We took Pops to his favourite toy shop. We sat and ate pasties and watched the diggers in Hayle. We loafed on sofas and played Lego. It was a low key day, but a good one.
This evening as I tucked him into bed he said "Thank you for my lovely presents. I love my family." And even though just a few minutes before he was refusing to clean his teeth shouting "Shut up horrid Mummy!" I choose to remember the last words he said, because they were the sweetest thing any four year old could utter.
Forgive my indulgence. My boy is four. He is funny, loving, independent and has the most amazing hair.