My gorgeous third child and only boy turned twelve today.
As always there was cake. This one nearly too good for us. After a couple of years now of meagre sugar intake, we're all suffering from pains in the belly!
He's a good one this boy of mine. I'm rather partial to him, and having witnessed the grief of the Hughes family today as they farewelled one of their boys, I'm feeling very fortunate this evening. I'll try harder not to take any of these moments for granted.
Though admittedly was less than amused this morning when a small altercation between two left a rather large indent in a gyprock wall.
The two big girls are home. One may have even been involved.
Best rally the troops and burn off some of that sugar.