I had great intentions of catching up on all things birthday and party last night. The Small had other ideas.
Middle has done this twice before, falling and tearing that little bit of skin that attaches your lip to your gum. Blood central. He was pretty good about it, my darling boy, but come around 9ish last night, his cot was not the place he wanted to be, only my arms would keep him in a deeper sleep. I was happy to oblige, though I would have been happier had GCB been on and not the Brownlow.. or petty politicians acting like school children on Q&A. But nothing new there.
I promise by the end of the week there will be cake and party photos a plenty!