Birthday Bash

Any family birthdays tend to whip Isla up into a frenzied level of excitement. Francis's birthday today was no exception, shopping for a gift, making him some wrapping paper, staging a photo and making a card from it, blowing up balloons, drawing him a special drawing at kindy...whew, we were exhausted before it was even lunch time.

A great deal of time went into dinner prep for Peking duck pancakes and black pepper tofu salad. Isla was a great help, chopping up loads of spring onion with tears pouring down her face - what a trooper.

It wasn't the best day for me pain wise, so two strong painkillers kept me going. This probably explains why the chocolate brownie crumbled apart and I forgot to add sugar to the damson plum ice cream. Oh well, tart is good!

Then, just before we were about to eat, our mischievous, adventurous, monkey Lachy climbed up and fell off a dining room chair, whacking his head on the wooden floor. His eyes rolled back and he was out to it for a second. He went deathly pale and completely lethargic (no mean feat for one who won't sit still for half a second). So, so scary. So, long story short we were off in the ambulance to spend a few hours at Waitakere Hospital to monitor a minor concussion.

Thanks to both sets of grandparents dinner was still enjoyed by most, Isla got to visit her brother (who she was very worried about) so she could use her wand to cast a spell to make him better, and we finally got home to a cup of tea, birthday presents and a smashed up chocolate brownie.

What a day! Thankful that our precious boy is fine, and now going to bed exhausted. Off for surgery on Sunday and needing the rest it will enforce me to have!