The Birthday Parade

There was a lot of hoopla around our house this morning because it is my birthday and to a 3 year old, that is a BIG DEAL. Toby has been counting down the sleeps for me for the past week and proudly announced at dinner last night, his little body excitedly bouncing up and down on his chair, that Daddy had hidden my BIRTHDAY PRESENT in HIS room.

(Thanks for keeping the secret, Toby.)

So this morning the excitement was at an all time high when he got to sing, blow out a candle with me and then help me open a present.

Just when I thought I had had my fill of excitement to last until next year, I got the news that IMMEDIATELY after breakfast there would be a BIRTHDAY PARADE in my honour.

I was escorted, with coffee, to the grey chair in the living room and told to sit tight and wait for the parade to start.

And with no further ado, here is what we have all been waiting for...

I'm sorry if I have disappointed all of you with that complete let down of a parade. But not to worry- here is take 2.

"The parade is over." That's life with a 3 year old!