Happy Birthday H!

H is thrilled to be eight. Apparently it feels 'Very grown up.'

He's had a good day too. My mother and step father came over bearing gifts and there were more by post. He's especially thrilled with our gift to him. He has his own Swiss Army pen knife, engraved with his name, with a saw and gougey thing (bradawl?) and a pile of sticks he can whittle. He's happily whittling now...and the pile of sawdust is growing.

His daddy showed him how to use a magnifying glass to scorch his name into some wood and burn leaves so I'm expecting the house to be burned down by this time next week!

The second part of his birthday present is next week. A couple of years ago he saw the Shao-Lin Warriors perform and was blown away by them. This year he wants to go again so we're taking him out for a meal and then on to the theatre. Grandma is babysitting Noah so H will have us all to himself, which is what he craves most of all...no matter how brilliant a big brother he is.

Anyway, he's had a lovely time and a proper 'boy' day with magnifying glasses, pen knives, model aeroplanes and build-your-own science kit stuff, and is now 'Starving' again...but what he really wants is another cup cake. What do you think? Should I let him have one?