Thursday, 10 November 2016

Look who's 3

So long, Postman Pat.
Personally, I've rather enjoyed your morals and your almost epic fails with your special delivery service.
It's been fun watching you whilst also watching Tommy come to terms with feeding himself and grasping sentences more elaborate than, "Car! Car!"
Thanks Pat, for easing us into many a tired morning, with your cute animation and pleasant story.
And my goodness, what a year it's been for achievements.
You've got yourself a helicopter (I won't reveal this to my postman for fear of belittling his career progression), and Tommy has spent many a happy hour, at park, riding his tricycle.
There's been lost sheep whilst glitter painting, a poorly horse whilst shop keeping. Oh the fun we've had to the Postman Pat theme tune.
Not least the very important matter of Tommy slowly turning into a three year old.
Among your forgotten parcels a little boy was remembering so much.
His mummy and daddy watched with awe his inquisitive and affectionate nature.
Mighty proud of his excited chatter and his silly faces, wrapped up in his learning and wonder, we almost didn't see him replacing the orange haired postman with the red and blue Spider-Man.
But he still likes fire engines, long may that continue - he has a fire engine bed and quite a few toy ones, so quite frankly, it has to stay for a bit.

Mark and I booked the Friday off work and took Tommy to the (halloween) open day at our local fire museum. Lots of red engines.


Tommy liked this one.


Fire helmets.


Fire equipment. Tommy screamed with delight when he saw the cobwebs from Spider-Man.


Through the years.


Then to the soft play area at local garden centre, followed by lunch in a blue bear bag.


We made cakes the day before the Spider-Man party. Think Tommy ate most of the decorations.



Saturday night, on our way to pre-birthday night meal. In case you had forgotten, Tommy and I share the same birthday. (I often forget it's mine too.)


Wine glass of crayons. What more could an almost three year old wish for?


The night before. Mark and I always decorate the house and spend ages blowing up balloons.


Opening pressies. Note the Spider-Man wrapping paper and costume.


Party food for the Spider-Man party.


Cake time.


Finally got him to look at the camera. It's easier said than done.


Making a wish - with nanny and pappa. May all your dreams come true, Tommy darling. Happy third birthday, you rock our little world.

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