Six / Seven / Eight

The date of my first birthday as a mother. Wow.

I had a lovely, lovely day. Theo is best in familiar surroundings with people he knows well, so DH and I simply took him in his pushchair a mile down the lane to a country pub where we could eat after playing with Theo in the puddles (oh - he got VERY wet!) and on the lawn with his ball.

Theo was sweetness and light, he sat happily strapped into a booster seat eating marmite sandwiches and various other favourites while we ate Sunday roasts. We took about an hour to walk the mile back, stopping for puddles and totally "going with the (Theo) flow". He had a lovely time - ergo, so did we.

In the evening instead of the posh meal that DH had planned to cook for me we found we were not so very hungry and ate leftover reheated veggie lasagne in front of the Wimbledon men's final on TV. The result was what I'd hoped for, though I could barely watch after the fourth set went to Federer!

All my birthday wishes have come true.