Caleb's birthday

What a completely exhausting day! He was out in the garden, in his pyjamas and coat, playing with his present before 8 am - we had to drag him back in for breakfast (chocolate chip muffins) which we ate whilst listening to this Great Big God cd (his present 'from' Elodie) which they both LOVED, and had a good old boogie to in their chairs.



The surprise hit present of the day was an England t-shirt and cap from a lady in our church- he insisted on putting them on straight away, so no hassle getting him dressed for a change. Of course, we're not a footie family, and we're a bit French/Belgian and Welsh as well as English, so we don't make a huge deal about football Tournaments and things- he just likes them coz they're bright red, I think!

We somehow managed to have a fairly relaxed morning until the party, which went without a hitch, and Caleb seemed to enjoy himself - which is the important thing. Most important of all, he finally got his hands on the cake which had been torturing him since Saturday lunch-time! I think on future birthdays we might not combine family visits and kids parties, though. Although it was quite chill, we just thought that there were too many people around- more specifically, too many grown-ups(!)










By some miracle we managed to get everybody out of the house and things back to something like normal in time to make it out for church in the afternoon. Thankfully it was one of our Family Fun afternoons, so there was no pressure to 'be spiritual' or for the kids to be quiet, coz I think that would have been a stretch. It was a nice afternoon, even though Caleb freaked out a bit when everybody sang Happy Birthday- strange boy!

All in all I think the day was a success in that Caleb enjoyed himself and was fussed over enough to feel special, and I was very impressed by how calm and grown-up he was all day. I got a bit sentimental in the morning when, as I watched him digging in the sand, the sun burst through the clouds at just about the time he was born, and shone on my big three-year-old-boy.