Right, countdown time. It’s T minus several wotsits until Junior’s third birthday.
Wow. He’s three already. I can’t believe it. Well, that’s probably a daft thing to say, or type. As it feels like he’s been around all my life.
It will be 365 all-too-short days from last year’s extravaganza. A wonderful day of trains, Santa and sandwiches.
Tomorrow will be a day of trains, Santa, sandwiches and football! Must think of another activity to add next year, go-karting maybe? We're having a proper boys birthday.
He’s been in great form this week. There has been a lot going on. The nativity, nursery party, play-group party, all alongside the ever-more-interesting house build project.
I think we are ready. But as long as there’s cake tomorrow and a few presents he’ll be chuffed, as will I with him.
Be sure that Max will provide a full review of his birthday, and the cake, in the next few days, or sooner if anyone is prepared to give him their ear.
Then there’s just the not-so-small matter of a visit from that fat bloke in the red suit. I hope he thinks I’ve been a good boy.