I remember being four and having a party. I remember being five, six and 13. Not the ones in between, probably due to a poor memory, cos I is old, innit.
My 13th birthday was amazing. My parents hired the local village hall and I invited practically the whole year to my teenage disco. The DJ played Salt 'n' Pepa's Push It (to this day it is still one of my favourite songs, like, EVER) and I danced with the boy I was mad about. It was truly awesome, to quote the youth of today.
A year ago today we moved house. It was the worst birthday ever. The removal men screwed up and we weren't in the house until gone 9pm. I remember slugging champagne and opening presents at a time when my big day was practically over.
This year, the Husband is working, so I am spending my evening overdosing on chocolate and blubbing over The Midwives (probably because I shall have to push out another kid and reality can be freaky.) But he and I spent a glorious morning together after doing the school run (the Prince was a little better this morning) and indulged in a huge cooked breakfast in a sweet little driftwood filled cafe by the sea.
We get such little time together so it was wonderful. He is off tomorrow so after I've done my bit for the breastfeeding support group, we shall get some quiet time together before the madness of the school run.
At the weekend we went home to my parents' house for two nights.
We all enjoyed a meal out in Bath, all of us (my brother lives in Chicago so sadly misses out on these occasions).
|My sister feeds her baby constantly.|
|I could pretend this is all I had, but I had about 19 courses.....|
|Best stir frier EVER|
I think it's safe to say I am borderline on reaching the recommended weight gain limit in pregnancy already. I'd like to say I care, but I've just eaten a load of birthday chocolates, so I shall pay afterwards when I discover my pre-pregnancy jeans won't fit me for several years.
Ooh yes, going back to Bath (where the Husband and I used to live), we went for a stroll after lunch and discovered a huge pumpkin growing behind the Royal Crescent.....
|I look like a balloon. Not a virgin though.....|
|My pride and joy. On a good day.....|
|How I miss all this, I used to take these views for granted.|
|One day I will own a dog just like this and call him Hamish/Dougal/Angus. I LOVE them|
The kids LOVE being at my parents' house.
|Wearing his Darth Vader cloak for Sunday lunch, as you do.|
Our little family just keeps on growing. My nephew baby William will meet his baby cousin in 12 weeks!
There is always an embarrassing moment at the end when I leave to return home to the south coast, as my Mum, sister and I start blubbing as we say our goodbyes. The men just look up to the ceiling and wait for the tears to end. Every time...
Oh, and nearly forgot. I have a sparkly cherry tree treasure this week. I got this Debenhams dress for the Princess for two squid in Arundel. The Princess loves it as you can imagine.
Told you. She is STILL feeding!!!