Happy Birthday Harry

Harry turned 7 on Friday. Can you believe it? Seven. Yes my little boy is growing up. The day started off bright and early with Haz wandering into our room at 4.50am. Which would have been easier to handle if I hadn't just gotten back to bed at 4am (Bethany woke at 3.15am for a feed). Oy ve!

Poor little Harry was so excited and just wanted to do his presents, but we managed to convince him to head back to bed. It doesn't help that it's already light at that hour - you can't argue effectively that it's still 'night time'. I could shoot these people who don't want daylight saving - honestly - what's wrong with a split timezone throughout the state? That would suit both the farmers and the south east corner!!

Anyway - we managed to hold him off a bit longer, but only just a bit! Twenty minutes later and Harry was ripping off wrapping with great gusto! He received a Lego City Firestation set - which was "AWESOME" quote un-quote. And you guessed it - immediately he wanted to build it! Now, those of you who know us best, know that it is NOT Kevan that the boys turn to for help with Lego - it is ME. Which is usually fine as I loved Lego as a kid and get to re-live my childhood everytime they want help building stuff. But not at 5 something in the morning!! "You go and get it ready and I'll come help in a minute", was my best delay tactic. My eyes were just about to shut again when two boys call out "ready mum, Cmon!". Note to self - only give Lego gifts when we can open them in the afternoon.

Next present was from Lachlan. It was something he'd made himself, toiling over it for days in the shed. He'd gathered together bits of wood from the new house building site next door, nails & screws from Dad's supply and plenty of silicon..??.. yes, silicon. Every boys dream and every mum's nightmare (you try getting it out of clothes). Anyway, I digress... Harry opens Lach's present, shouting out an even bigger "OH AAWWWESOMMME!" and then pauses before asking.. "what is it?" While Kevan & I try to muffle our giggles, Lachlan patiently explains it's a boat. "WAY AAWWESOMMME!" "Can we put it in the bath?" "No". Maybe it's better to start building the Lego...

It took two and a half hours but we finished it - actually, I finished it. The boys had to go to school mid project. Still - they enjoyed it when they got home and so far (it's now the 13th December), fingers crossed, it's still standing in one piece. Which is just as well, because Lego sets are so much harder to rebuild when there's an odd piece or two that can't be located... or the instructions...

Harry ended his birthday on a high with dinner out at the Bonnyview Hotel (his choice). I don't think it's the cuisine as much as it's plethora of PS2 games available.











And apart from: Grandpa's dinner that didn't arrive, and then did arrive but had salad instead of vegies, and then the vegies that did arrive were as hard as the rock of gibraltar; and Harry picking off parts of his cake (take a look at the top picture and note the deftly positioned traffic light hiding the missing 'n'. By the way, thank you for the cake Nanna); then Harry getting upset when asked to stop picking at the cake (right when we wanted to take of pic of him - red eyes and all - hold the photos, folks, while we calm the boy); and then him blowing hot wax onto his face - and then REALLY crying; to Pa icing his hot face; & Dad picking out bits of wax out of his eyes... it was a great night all in all! Harry aged 1 year and Kevan & I aged 3 or 4... Now how does that work?

Happy Birthday Harry!