This weekend, my wee darlin' turned three. Three! I can't believe it. He's had a pretty amazing few days of birthday celebrations. Thanks to all my lovely cousins from the affectionately known 'Friday club' for all the effort they put in to throwing Jack, and my cousin Leah a joint 3rd and 17th Birthday party, hosted at my Nan's house. He's such a lucky boy. Even London-dwelling Auntie Sarah came! Pass the parcel was great fun, and the food was yummo. A cash register and roads system were just two of his favourite presents.
Then yesterday, Daddy, Jack and I went to interative exhibition, W5, followed by Jack's choice of Birthday tea - The very dated Pizza Hut. Oh well. You can't go wrong with a Margherita. And he enjoyed it which was the main thing!
Far from being downcast now all the birthday fun is over, it's only 3 more sleeps 'til Santa stops by. It's a great time of year. We've loved the parties and catching up with friends and family. Oh, and there is nothing cuter than watching Jack recite the whole of 'When Santa got stuck up the Chimney'. He learned it in playschool. Adorable.