So it was, 5 years ago to the day, that LO was starting to get some pains, that were to lead, at some unholy hour of the morning, to Maggot 2's birth. Tomorrow is his fifth birthday, and I am full of the same questions as everyone else has about their offspring, amongst them "where did the time go?", "how did we get through that five years?" and "never again".
We had planned a day out at maybe Legoland, but when asked what he really wanted to do, he replied "just stay at home with mummy", which is sort of cute, but also a recipe for cabin-fever madness.
In the meantime, we have a small mountain of presents, and at 5 I can tell you that they are something he REALLY likes. He goes about the unwrapping like a shark in a feeding frenzy, with a quick "nice" at the contents before moving on the next. In fairness, after the initial frenzy he does actually play with them too.
So, that is my weekend. I hope yours is as good as ours will be.
Until next time.