My first born, Maxi-Taxi, was fittingly born the day before mother's day 2004. That first mother's day, clutching my bottle of J-Lo-Glow perfume (LOML comment: I am not responsible for the lad's taste in toiletries), relaxing (Panadeine Forte) with my sleepy (Jaundice) newborn beside me I remember thinking "this is the most content and relaxed I have ever been".
Cue Maxi-Taxi's birthday today.
3.30am
"Muuuuuummmm I've wet the bed again"... "Mum! I've. wet. the. bed. again"... "MUM, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME I'M ALL WET".
3.32am
"I love sleeping in with daddy and you, mumma."
3.42am
"It's my birthday when we wake up."
3.44am
"Did you remember that it's my birthday when we wake up?"
3.45am
"Where is daddy going, mumma?"
3.46am
"If I count the sheep, I'll just be bored."
3.48am
"I tell you, sheep are sooooo boooorrring..."
4.46am
"I did some sleeping. Is it morning yet?"
5.31am
"I heard a cockatoo! It's morning! I'm six! DAAAAAD, I'm six now. It's morning, mum, it's my birthday! Mum! MUM! MUUUUUM!!!!!"
Happy birthdays always, little man.