Happy Birthday

Today was the boy's birthday. Of course, the festivities started on Sunday, but took a hold until today. Or would've done if I'd had my way.

When I got home from work yesterday, I took a double take as I saw what I thought was a wrapped present unwrapped and completed on his table.

In a few seconds while G wasn't looking he'd made his way into our room, found the presents I thought I'd hidden and managed to unwrap two before he was found. He'd gotten out a pack of power rangers pants and a clay dinosaur that you paint and also roars when you lift it.

This morning I wanted to see him open his presents before I left, so woke him up after I'd had breakfast. Despite insisting that he still needed 'five more minutes' he was up of his own accord in less time than that. It was all a very civilised affair. He sat on our bed (you try getting Y out of bed before 8:30) and opened all his cards before touching the presents. Of course he was rather happy to see a number of them contained money. Then one by one he opened each present taking the time to look at them and see what they were all about.

This evening I got home to find he'd been out spending his money already, and had bought a Star Wars transformer. He'd eaten from his new Power Rangers plate from B, played in the bath with his bubble gun from nanny & grandad and sat down to open more presents, some great clothes from C. And despite all the excitement, he still went to bed relatively easily, leaving me to blog all about it.