Betty is one year old.
And I, unsurprisingly, am not at my target post natal weight. Bloody Domino's.
On the plus side, there has been a notable improvement on the condition of my genitals when compared with this time last year (my undercarriage now in fine fettle - incontinence and raging haemorrhoids aside - thanks for asking.)
The arrival of The Poop's first birthday was marked by a three day carnival of visitors, nap-less excitement and subsequently bad tempered afternoons and evenings - especially when I discovered that the multitudes of presents this year were actually for Boo, and not stuff I could pose about with.
So, I thought, since you've bothered to turn out here for a gander at how things went down, I'd bring you highlights of the three days, complete with images of The Poop in all her one year old glory.
Enjoy.
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| The Poop, sensing the vast wodges of cash that have been spent in her direction, wakes to welcome the world to her birthday. |
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Early morning present opening while Mum tries to get ready for work, eat her breakfast, and make a massive fuss of every card and present opened, while taking photographs as the action unfolds and singing 'Happy Birthday' on continuous loop.
And yet I was still shocked to discover I'd buttered my car keys. |
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Betty has a birthday ride around the park on her brand new bike. That's right - that tarmac is classed as a park.
Come on, what did you expect? We live in St Helens. |
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| Betty's first ever birthday candle, in her first ever 'practise' birthday cake. She didn't blow it out, so I made a wish on her behalf; it involved the words "My Mum", "lovely person" and "Spirograph please". |
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The Poop reclining in her new armchair. It came equipped with ginormous arms that recline it for you.
Handy. |
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| Betty's 'Ladybird' birthday party, and a particularly poor show on the buffet table. Thankfully, the relatives are easily pleased |
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| Betty's real first birthday cake. And who's that peeping out from behind one of those beautiful turrets...? |
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...why, it's Underdog from the National Accident Helpline adverts, voiced by Joe Pasquale.
Isn't he the hero of every twelve month old? |
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| A giant ladybird surrounded by pressies... |
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..oh, no, my mistake, it's the birthday girl, opening her 417th staggeringly loud and gratingly repetitive electronic toy.
Here's to The Poop...and tinnitus. |
Happy first birthday Boo. Can't wait for the next.
Happy birthday Betty! Looks like the birthday girl had a whale of a time
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Things are going well, thanks. I've managed to get a variety of media coverage about it, which is great and I've had a lot of positive feedback. And of course, if you ever want to submit that guest post... ;-)
DeleteThank goodness you are back. Funny Mummy withdrawell aside I was getting worried about you all. Would have been a phone call tonight if still no blog. Hope you have had a nice rest sweetie you really do deserve it. Hope you are all fabber than ever.
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Just been having a chill and spending time with your lovely brother instead of sitting typing for a change.
DeleteI'm bored of him now though, so we're back!
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Good Girl, he isn't a bad old stick is he, can think of worse people to watch telly with.
DeleteTake care all of you, see you soon
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ps. Can you spell withdrawell correctly please Miss, I don't think I did. If you write it in red pen Ill copy it three times at the bottom of the page. x x x