My mum recently told me that when my siblings and I were younger our birthdays always fell on the nearest convenient weekend, regardless of the actual date. This seems like a mighty fine policy to us, which is why Kerry and I have spent the last half hour before heading up to bed wrapping up her presents ready to give Amy tomorrow.
Of course we’re not going to get away with just one birthday. She’s got her party with all her friends tomorrow, then a smaller party with members of my family on Sunday. Amy’s actual birthday is on Thursday (we are toying the idea of taking her to see a stage version of Annie, but we’re not sure who will get grouchy and cause us to have to leave early first– me or her) and no doubt a few presents will arrive through the post then too. Finally Kerry’s parents come up next weekend and we’re likely to have another celebration then as well.
Four birthdays. That’s two more than the Queen!
So if you’re not in the mood for long rambling posts featuring bittersweet reflections on my little girl growing up or lots of photos of pre-schoolers caked in err… cake, then I’d give this site a miss for the next week.
No… I didn’t mean it. Come back.
Be careful - all this birthday excess may lead to her becoming bored of birthday cake and that would be a crime, as everyone knows that the only essential foodgroup to be consumed on your birthday is cake and prior to the age of 18 lots of sickly sweet fizzy pop and after 18 lots of sickly sweet tonic water with gin in it.
We like to have lots of birthday parties in our house too…it’s Clare’s birthday month right now.
Happy birthday to Amy!
And thanks for the comment on my blog.