Be it my own, Big Fellas or the kids; I love them.
I have to be honest, I do probably go a little over the top, but hey, if you can't do it for your children, who can you do it for. Big Fella mocks me, he says most of it is for my benefit, and he's probably right.
Anyway, the evening before Little Fellas 3rd Birthday - whoa, his 3rd birthday (I still can't believe how fast the time has gone, though my body does) and I'm dead excited. Little Fella's crashed out after giving me the day from hell, reducing me to a glass of wine and James Morrison at 4 in the afternoon, but there we go.
Right, so JB, bless, is also snugged up and it's a race against time before Silent Witness starts at 9. Big Fella pours us a glass of wine and we indulge in a tub of Twiglets. Big Fella is "slightly" annoyed cus there's nothing for tea. He wonders why I've spent £100 and the cupboards are bare, "for the party of course", I frown and he shrugs and carries on tucking in to raw Marmite sticks and tops up his glass instead, I am a woman on a mission and he knows better than to stand in the way.
We blow up tons of balloons cus we know Little Fella will enjoy these more than the heap of presents he has waiting for him in the playroom. We've been warming him up that it's his birthday, and he keeps telling everyone and yet when we hear the dulcet tones of "me needs a wee wee", at 7 the following morning, we think he's forgotten, so we grab JB and we head to the "birthday room"
The funny thing is, me and Big Fella are more excited than our son, well, until he reaches the bottom of the stairs to find BALLOONS!!! everywhere, and bless, he doesn't know what to say, and me and his dad savour this cus silence in our house this is a rare thing.
Well, like I said, a rare moment, and it really was a moment, cus suddenly he's ripping into everything, wanting to open everything and it absolutely has to be NOW! A calm suggestion that we open the presents first then have a look at what he's got go down as predicted, and he's up and trashing everything, running in the paper, opening boxes, tipping things out and leaving them in favour of Diego, then Peppa, not to mention the Black and Decker workbench we stupidly bought him cus I'm the one who's on hands and knees searching for plastic screws.
Right, so presents are open, cards are up and it's time to get ready for nursery, he's on a half day today cus nanny and grandad and aunty Tracey are coming for a tea party in the afternoon. He proudly shows off his "birthday boy" badge and his cupcakes and gingerbread Halloween biscuits are ready to take to share with his friends.
Once he's gone, it's a rush to get the tea party stuff sorted.and before I know it, it's midday and I'm wondering if it's too early to have a drink, gosh, I'm getting terrible, and since I spied a bottle of sherry, yes, that's sherry in the supermarket earlier, reminding me of last Christmas whilst pregnant with JB and craving sherry (don't ask) I think I should indulge, but just a little one, cus the day is young.
Right, I'm dressed and ready and Little Fella is back. He's keen to play, and tries to entice little JB in to help build, showing his brother he's a real builder and he's got the bum to prove it.
The folks and my big sis arrive and we crack open a bottle of wine, amongst other things. Little Fellas in his oils and it's flowing nicely. There's a few rogue screws and a hammer being thrown around, but hey, it's his birthday right. However, knocking over the Black and Decker was not a good idea, and he says Happy Birthday to the naughty step.
Grub is ready, and we're all dead hungry after consuming a fair bit of booze (but not too much of course), except the birthday boy who has already munched his way through 2 chocolate swiss rolls and 2 cupcakes not to mention all the crisps and Fruit Shoots. I'm very glad he's staying up later tonight otherwise we could have a serious case of bad stuff overdose = no sleep.
There's alot of chocolate flying about and I'm trying REALLY hard not to get stressed about it. Then it's play time again, a a bit of dancing, a bit of Thomas the Tank Aqua draw and a late story from a strange woman in a red hat claiming to be aunty Tracey.
The evening is coming steadily to an end, and I have to be honest, I'm totally knackered. We're all flagging, including the boy himself, and JB departed to bed an hour earlier. The house is a total tip, but I'll worry about that later.
Nanny, grandad and aunty Tracey say goodbye and we have a little tantrum before bedtime, but after "Roary at the seaside" Little Fella's snugged up without a peep. Big Fella and I last until 10.30 before plodding upstairs to Bedforshire. But it's been the best day, and I know our Little Fella's had the birthday of his dreams, so that's enough for us, reminding me again, why I absolutely love birthdays.
Glad it's only once a year though...