However, he's been sick for most of the week. He cancelled his birthday yesterday and refused to let anyone so much as look at his cake or his balloons. Today, however, he is very much on the mend. To the extent that he was sitting on the topmost stair in the house today at 6am shouting that he was hungry. And, 'why are we trying to kill him by not feeding him' etc. etc. Yesterday he told us he would die if we didn't give him something to eat! Yup!!
We were only trying to do the right thing (m'lord) by not feeding him considering how he puked exactly 4 minutes after he drank anything. Anyway, he is on the mend and today we get to celebrate his birthday. Mind you, we started celebrating it last weekend with the nana and the granddad and the mad granny and the odd aunts and cousins and new boyfriends and mates and sister and brothers. But today we get to eat cake. So here ya go, some photos of the birthday boy. Getting paler and paler as they go on. Poor chap. Y'see, now that he's better and less whingy I can be nice to him again.
This was on the bank holiday Monday. It was wet and rainy so we had a party.
Deep breath . . . . . . . . .

This is the official cake! A game!!!!! Where oh where has my baby gone?
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