Tiny Small turned 5 last weekend. It seems hardly possible that my little baby is now a schoolgirl; a smaller, feistier version of her big sister; a handstanding, cartwheeling bundle of energy. But she is!
She was very specific about the entire menu for her birthday (that's my girl) - a breakfast of pains au chocolat, ham sandwiches for lunch and roast chicken with all the trimmings for her special birthday tea. The chicken gave me a scary moment when I was checking it with a meat thermometer and it spat hot fat RIGHT IN MY EYE. I feared we'd end the day in A&E but I had a lucky escape (though I did leave the rest of the serving to Mr DC and cowered in a corner watching the Incredibles with the Smalls). Fortunately I had already made the birthday cake - a special request for a huge pile of brownies studded with birthday candles and set blazingly alight. And I even managed not to set fire to anyone's hair.
Here's to the next year!