Hello Party People - it's me coming at ya straight from Party Central. Only one more sleep friends! One more sleep until we're the proud parents of a very talkative, very imaginative, very funny four year old. Up there - we're proud parents of a minute old baby. Lucky for you friends you can only see a thin sliver of me.
Speaking of sleeping - both of ours are sound asleep. Last night was a fiasco that I was not keen to repeat. Tiny rudely interrupted my Masterchef viewing by vomiting all over me. Bon appetit people!
Matt and I are madly wrapping presents. Well Matt's wrapping. I'm blowing up balloons, placing party blowers about the house and streamers too. Some of the Doctor's birthday wishes granted!
One particular birthday wish however is not going to be granted. The Doctor has been asking for Rocky (TTTE afficionados need no intro, but if you do, see here!) for six months. Six months is a long time in anyone's books. Particularly a little person. But guess what?! Rocky is no longer being made.
Unfortunately for us, Rocky was amongst three things on the Doctor's list. Ouch. I don't remember ever being scarred by anything that I didn't get for my birthday - so we're hoping the Doctor won't notice. Or need any expensive counselling.
I had hoped to finish the Doctor's scarf in time for his birthday, but I am really a slow knitter. Matt thinks I might have it finished by next birthday (thanks for the confidence boost toots), as for the cushion, it's coming along. But slowly too.
Thanks for all the birthday tips yesterday, we're going for a home-stylie party, very simple, but high on fun. So I'm armed with all these insider tips. Merci beaucoup to you!
Anyway, must head off to bed because I know someone small who is going to wake up at the crack of dawn for present opening. I know this because he told me before he trotted off to bed. At least I get a heads up, right?