Monday 23 January 2012: When I was 5...
696/365: ... I was barely alive...
Or so the poem goes. For Felix, however, he's been very much alive for the past five years. But this is, as he said to me earlier, the last picture of him aged 5. Because tomorrow he's 6. 'I'll still be little though', he reassured me as I gave him a night night kiss. Am glad of that. My little guy. Almost 6. Cooer. This time 6 years ago I was declaring that I couldn't possibly have the baby now because I had too much to do. Overnight, Felix decided otherwise and appeared at a very civil 8:54am the next morning.
Nothing so dramatic this year. Just one very excited 5 year old about to be 6!
Since getting back from work, I've made him a veggie lasagne for dinner tomorrow (his favourite) and a chocolate cake which he helped me smother in chocolate buttons for tomorrow. He's got a shop bought cake to take into school for the rest of his class to get their sticky mitts on. But there's nothing like the chaotic frenzy of post-work baking for getting you in the birthday spirit. That and the self-induced guilt of the working mother which drives you into doing stuff which you know is just a little bit crazy!
Oh, and forgot to say - Felix says this is the last picture of him being 5... until the next time he's 5. But, that'll be after the dinosaurs have come back and gone again... and then he'll be born again. So, that's alright then. I'm not making him another birthday cake for then though. Am rather hoping the dinosaurs eat me so that I get to have a break from it all!
PS Happy birthday eve, little man
PPS Can I put my feet up now?