Happy Birthday Daddy!

Daddy looks pretty tired on his birthday (no offense Mr.). He should be, I guess. He looked after the kidlets today while I worked, then went to work himself, then had an amazing curry and a sleep inducing lager. And cake, can't forget the cake. Boo for having birthdays on work days but we did our best to make it a bit better than a normal day anyway.

When Chickpea woke up this morning the Mr. was sitting at the edge of her bed. She pointed to him and said, still groggy, "Birthday... Yours! Let's go downstairs and sing the Happy Birthday song!" Cute. Very cute.

Here is CP with the special birthday mug she picked out for Daddy. "He will like the sheep the best." Don't ask me what Monkey is doing, I have no idea.