Boo is eight

My little man is another year older.  Could time please just stop now!  How is it that my baby boy is eight years old.  So while I was coming to grips with his ageing, he was busy celebrating opening presents, taking phone calls and generally having an awesome day.

Disappointed that he had to go to school on his birthday was buffered with a breakfast out at his favourite cafe before school.  Henry couldn't join us because he was in rehearsals for the boys school dance group.

Milkshakes for the kids and a pot of tea for me.  Buster only ever orders poached eggs on sourdough toast but today he wanted to try the chocolate chip pancakes.  He took a couple of bites and then looked across the table at my poached eggs.  He didn't like his pancakes - too sweet.  So we did a swap and he had my perfectly poached eggs while I spent the rest of the day feeling sickly from eating his pancakes.

Another perk of the birthday boy was getting some special reading group time with me for 20 minutes at school.

Afternoon time was spent at home with a visit from Nanoo and the lighting of the birthday cake.  This year's cake request was for a chocolate cake with Oreos on around and on top.

Thank you to everyone for his birthday presents, cards, calls, best wishes and thoughts.

Another year older

Another year older and I got to spend it with my nearest and dearest.  A big thank you to everyone who called, sent cards or messages.  I had a lovely birthday and made a weekend of it.

His present was a big hug.  Best present ever.

My birthday started with a catch up chai latte and scones with two girlfriends.  Mum came over to the house with some lunch, and then it was school pick up time and the afternoon with the kids.  I told them I didn't want to cook dinner so they could have whatever they wanted.  They chose Pringles and were surprised when I said yes.  Not the healthiest of dinners but what the hell, it was my birthday.  They probably won't ask for Pringles for dinner again.  What first seemed like a great idea became reality when they struggled to eat them all.

Saturday was the usual running around with swimming lessons and drama classes.  We managed to fit in a trip to the movies to see Thor Ragnarok - which was awesome.  Lots of laughs and we all want to see it again.  Saturday night was Milly's final Cinderella performance and after party.

Sunday started off lazy (which is how we roll).  Late breakfast, some work in the garden, then it was off to a birthday party for one of Buster's classmates.  It was held at a dog park and you were encouraged to bring your pet.  Minnie had a great time.  The kids all had fun and there was a pinata full of dog treats to keep the pooches happy.

Sunday night was out for my birthday dinner.  A great way to end a perfect weekend.