My Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday. Last year I came home from work and was greeted as I walked down the road by my daughter who was jumping up and down wanting me to hurry up.
The kids had put Jade's old birthday banners on the front door and Kieron had gone for a home-made version.
All up the sides of the stairs were sheet after sheet of printed paper with a letter on each spelling 'happy birthday'. He had used up the ink cartridge in the printer and had resorted to felt tip pens to finish it off. He was mildly apologetic at using all the ink but knew that I was so pleased that he'd made a banner for me.
In the kitchen sat a chocolate cake that Jade had made me. It hadn't turned out as well as she hoped and Kieron kept teasing her about it. Something about poo comes to mind.
Kieron started to keep a journal and I know he won't mind me sharing his entry for that day:

February 2nd
Mums B-day! I have been working on a banner only took 30 mins though I also thought how I keep on forgetting about doing diary entries.
We made a B-day cake, it was meant to be chocolate tart but after 6 hours it still hadn't set. It was really mushy (ugh)!

That mushy tart was yummy and sticky and made with love.

Birthday treats were often takeaways. So chinese it was. Kieron digging prawns out of the rice and throwing them on my plate or Jade's. Anything remotely resembling a vegetable garnished the edge of his bowl and prawn cracker crumbs littered the table.

Jade was in charge of choosing my birthday present, after a secret consultation with me. So last year the boys gave me a boyfriend cardigan. I'm nervous of wearing it now in case I damage it.

We had chinese last night and chocolate cake. I took a slice up to Kieron's room and sat on his bed. At least I'm getting older.