1. Happy Birthday To You
2. Gifts
3. Birthday Tea
A mad day yesterday, which involved an evening meeting for The Office in The City and driving back over midnight, when I scarily became the Mother Of A Five Year Old. I got back after 1am, and went into the Double Bed so I didn’t wake The Man. I woke before 6am and went upstairs. Son 1 was in the Big Bed with The Man. 5. How? When? Why don’t they tell you when you’re scraping marmite-like poo off a tiny bottom that in an eyeblink baby will be lying on the bed singing “I’m five! I’ve five! I was four, but now I’m FIVE!”
Son 1 and Son 2 aged 2 opened the presents from Saturday, Son 1 fizzing with excitement, Son 2 confused but happy enough. Activity books and cars and Lightning McQueen and Ben 10 and pirate toys. White milk chocolate buttons were tucked into one of Son 2’s presents. He bit his way in at once. Cards and wrapped presents drifted apart. I now have to do a pile of thank you notes… and quite a few will get “Thank you for the lovely… present.” We got him a skateboard, a couple of art kits and a couple of books. Plus half the fish tank of course. We tipped out of the house and piled into the car for the trip to school. When we got there Smiling Teacher sang Happy Birthday as we walked in.
The late night meant I could pick him up when school finished. He slept on the way home, and then perked up for his birthday tea. One set of Wednesday Brothers were already there, together with 6 year old friend, who we haven’t seen for a while. The other set arrived. Son 1 ripped paper of presents, ran about with the boys, changed out of his school uniform. The Man had done another fab job in making all the food. The children fought and charged and trod toys in and out of the house. We spread the pirate plastic table cloth outside in the yard and fed them. We did cakes. And candles. Next Door looked over the fence with presents for both boys. We sent birthday cake back. They got tired, the sugar kicked in, grizzles and gripes began. We waved goodbye to our guests. And we didn’t get Son 1 to bed till nearly 9pm.
Tags: birthday tea, fifth birthday, picnic, presents, time passing, Wednesday friends
