The boy.

I have no babies. None. My littlest boys is four today. All grown out of the little things that make babies a whole species of their own. I rather like babies but am feeling a sense of freedom and am beginning to feel as though I might come out of the fog anyday now. Once I can sleep a bit more.
School holidays. I love them. No school runs ( 3 a day lately) no making packed lunches, no uniforms of set times to be and do. Just us doing what we think of doing, as we feel like doing it. I woke up at 8.30 yesterday and today, that to me is like heaven.
Today was Elijah Henry's birthday. Four. Big boy world.



We had a lovely day but the relief that for a week or so, we can just relax, no pressure. Well apart from doctor appointments and moving house, all's pretty darn hunky dory.
Eli's party was really just a few friends playing and having some tea, jelly and cake and anything that I could grab that was in a packet and needed nothing more than to just be put on a paper plate.
He loved it. Which is exactly how it should be.



He loved every bit of his day, except the part when he was overwhelmed by the urge to taste his number 4 candle. He chose that candle and held it, he wanted it prominently placed on his Shrek 3 cake. He hearted it. So much that he ate it.



But it wasn't good!

Sweet little singing boy who just loves every minute of every day. Rarely cries, always sings. Naturally assumes that he will be adored wherever he is..and so he is. My neighbour said the other day
" That little one...I just want to look at him, listen to him, love him. He is just gorgeous." He really is.
He is still very drawn to all things pretty. Long hair, skirts, flip flops, the more spangely and gaudy the better, high heeled shoes, hair bands. He gets dressed and then pulls his tee shirt down so that the neck is around his waist. Hoorah! a 'stirt.' No shoe is safe around Elijah. No little girl or pretty lady can relax if she is wearing a necklace, long chained and sparkly is his idea of perfection. Lawks.
He is an endless joy. Life without having had this boy doesn't bear thinking about. He is a gift.