'Twas the night before Tommy's birthday, when all throu' the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Oh except mummy and daddy, who were blowing balloons, hanging bunting and banners, wrapping presents, listening to music and drinking wine.
Here's the result.
It was worth every single second to see his beaming face opening his presents.
Especially seeing him trying to figure out this one.
By the looks of it, he loved his garage.
And the fact we let him eat cake for breakfast.
Next was the outing to the Sensory Barn. Basically, a barn to increase children's senses.
With a tree house.
Plus tree house window.
And garage for daddy.
Then we had lunch. Accompanied with kisses.
I couldn't help thinking, although Tommy loved his healthy lunch, he was looking for cake.
Never fear, Nanny's house meant cake was near! Tommy, meet Colin the caterpillar.
Happy birthday to the most loving, characteristic, endearing, wonderful, cheeky chappy, we've ever been blessed to know.
Coming soon, the Postman Pat party. I expect you all to be waiting with baited breath.