You were warned...

Boy, oh boy, what a weekend! First, the birthday party...

then the sleepover...

then the escapee rabbit in the night...


and it all started out so well...


It was my number 2, Noah's, Special Day. 9 years old. I'm not sure who was more excited - his little sister (quite possibly), his mummy (almost definitely), his daddy (maybe) or his big brother (no way!) I think the winner was Noah himself!

With the usual childlike countdown going on for months, (Ruby is definitely champion of this game in this house with the countdown for her turning 7 starting on August 9th - she was 6 on August 8th!) the day finally arrived. This boy is very easily pleased, which makes throwing a party, buying presents a pleasure - and as long as there is plenty of this (thank you Auntie Alex!)...
and this (big thanks Grandma and Grandad)...

my 9 year old boy is happy!

And what's more - we get to do it all get next week for this big guy!