Samurai, aye?

And in the blink of an eye, the Family Dog bounces from Ida's first birthday to Arlo's 4th. In fact, in a blink of an eye we've gone from this birth day, to this birthday, to this birthday and then this.... Arlo's birthdays are always bitter sweet for me. I try not to get pensive about them, but nothing proves the onward march of time more than another round of the Happy Birthday song to the boy who somehow manages to break my heart whilst puffing it up with love at the same time.

I might find it bittersweet, but Arlo (thankfully) has no such desire to wallow in the negatives of birthdays. He's delighted to be celebrating, delighted by the presents, delighted by the long expanse of birthday adventure stretching out before him as he runs through to our room with his crazy hair, twisted jammy bottoms and a look of sheer delight on his face - leaping onto our bed to roar 'it's my biiiirrrrrttttthhhhhdaaaaaaay!!!!!'

We had a beautiful day. A perfect day. A very happy birthday.

Presents
Bacon Rolls
Birthday boy is sick
Birthday boy is better
Digestives and water to settle tummy
Big, huge bubble bath with new Octonauts toys
Trip to Fife for a game of pirate crazy golf
Upstairs, front of the bus into town
Chopsticks, noodles, fish, carrots and gyoza at Wagamamma for lunch
Sitting on Daddy's shoulders through town
Riding the racing car at the museum (I was a better driver than the teenager who had a shot before me)
Adventures and hide and seek in the museum
Buying a sword from the shop with birthday money
Home to more presents and cards
Pizza for tea
Allowed a late night with my new Puss in Boots DVD
Chocolate birthday cake
New Mr Men Pyjamas
Bedtime Story
Cuddles and singing with Mummy
A contented sigh before rolling over and falling asleep (Mummy knows that one because she snuck back into the bedroom and watched me snuggle in with Floppy and drift off with a smile on her face and a tear in her eye).