seven.

My baby turned seven today.  That is almost ten.  He told me he wanted to marry me last night... shh (it's a secret and don't tell anyone).  I won't be having any more baby's in my womb.  It doesn't do good things to my brain.  Cocoa Pops for breakfast - only on birthdays.

A meowing birthday card.

Dress-up party at the local ice-creamery and then off to the playground across the road for games.

I didn't have this organised, so my gorgeous Miss P illustrated Pin the Tail on the Donkey for me!  Thanks Phe xx.

 He had a party with friends.  Lots of Lego presents and good old fashioned games.  Now he is making Lego and reading a new Scoobee Doo comic.  Bliss for him.  I am exhausted and am having a little glass of red while I type.

We will go out for dinner tonight to the restaurant of Master J's choice.  Well almost, with a hint of direction from me to go to the local restaurant that has the same meals as Hogs Breath.  They do don't they?  Nuggets and chips - they will be the saving grace!

Happy Birthday Master J.E.Bears!

Much Love Rach xx


ps.  don't forget the giveaway

***ammendment*****  budget only allows for fish and chips*