Baxter is 2

I think the fact that Baxter's birthday is at the beginning of January is a great thing. I have a feeling he might disagree with me when he's older and all his friends are busy/skint/sober but for now it's a something we all look forward to as the magic of Christmas fades.

He's 2 so he didn't really know what all the fuss was about. That's not to say he didn't love opening his parcels, blowing out the candles and hanging out with friends and family. He loved all of that but he was just as happy to get back to normal the next day - all be it with added leftover cake.

Speaking of which I was inspired by Pinterest - a dangerous game - to try and create a dripping candy cake. It turned out ok I thought - the white chocolate ganache was a bit lumpy but apparently it tasted good. On Baxter's birthday we took him to make a soft toy - he loves all things cuddly and he chose a monkey we named Munky. He then rolled about the floor of the cafe with Munky which seemed only fitting.

He is an amazing little boy. He is smart and funny and incredibly affectionate. He loves us very fiercely and he lives for the time the school bell rings and Brodie and Grier come home. He loves Fireman Sam, cars, trains and trucks. He loves to draw and paint and play with dough. He likes to stir and mix and spread his own butter at lunchtime. He runs and jumps and spins around and sings. He notices when little things change, he remembers noises and people and places. He counts 1,2,3 and always takes as many sweeties from Granny's sweetie box as his chubby little hands can carry. He loves his penguin and his fox and building with Duplo. He has a smile which lifts up my heart and eyes which tell a thousand stories. We are so blinking lucky to call him ours.

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A First Birthday

I remember previous first birthdays being really momentous. The build up and the come down and the tears over my baby getting so big. But this time around I just enjoyed it for what it was. A celebration of my tiny son. And it was lovely. His siblings swarmed around him, there were plenty of adult arms to lift him up. Cake, presents, cuddles. Perfect.


We celebrated over both days of the weekend - well why wouldn't you? Family at home on Saturday and extended family and friends who count as family on the Sunday. He is so well loved this boy, I hope he always feels it. And he also has all the feels for cake. Seriously this cupcake disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The party was sort of penguin themed. I mean Baxter hasn't exactly told me he likes penguins but he's hinted heavily. And having a birthday two weeks after Christmas it seemed only right to embrace the chilly.

All pictures of Baxter I promise.

We made this penguin game which kept the big kids busy for a spell. We actually painted two penguins but somehow lost it before the party. And I still haven't found it. I mean how?

The little ones all in the arms of a big one who loves them. Even the almost seven year old who's actually pretty heaving this picture.

great granda and great grandson mutual appreciation society:)

Auntie Fiona and Isla were very good sports playing a game which involved whoopee cushions and small children laughing hysterically.

Thank you everyone.

Baxter is One

I make no apology for the number of photos in this post.

My baby he will always be. Perhaps he won't like it much but there it is.

This last year has been the quickest of my life. It has flown by faster than I can comprehend.  Someone has had their finger firmly pressed on the fast forward button. (remember the fast forward button?)  I get to the end of each and every day and feel like I haven't let my breath out once. 

I often feel like there is just enough of me to go around. Sometimes I feel like I'm being stretched too thinly and sometimes the end of my patience comes far too quickly. All the same I know this is the time which will define me for the rest of my life. No matter what comes after this, these years are making me what I will become. Not for a minute do I think I'm finished learning, working, discovering but after these years at home with little ones I feel I can pretty much take on anything. Which is a weird dichotomy because I'm so far removed from the 'real' world.

And somehow I've made this post about Baxter all about me........sorry little man!

Here he is!

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My one year old, I still can't believe we got to do this again. And with you sweet boy.