Tomorrow is iggy's birthday. He has hit turning two by dropping his day sleep (badbadbad) (hopefully a phase he will go back please) and a trip to emergency with a lump on his head the size of a tennis ball from a mysterious fall. We have had to take to shutting the doors in the house because otherwise you turn your back and he is G O N E ... and he is Q U I C K ... the other day i found him down at the shop pushing his little pink toy pram around - completely naked. He went down the back steps in the dark the other night and we had a moment rushing around tripping over things and possible snakes till we found him.
He's a runner.
Today we are going to have a beach side fire and picnic, I have made a cake and some cupcakes which once again has confirmed that despite all my best intentions and blind belief that i can do it, baking really is not a strong point ....
i will post some photos later of the b-day boy