This is the first time in many years that our home has been empty of children aged under 2 years old.
Mr Toddy turned 3 today.
Mr Toddy was born in May, he cheated! He was meant to be born in July.
When Mr Toddy was placed in my arms he was a tiny little tacker. He slept all night, had NO reflux, NO colic and NO fussiness. It seemed too good to be true after the intense, sickly babies we had cared for previously.
He stayed this perfect even past his due date. He gained weight despite sleeping through, so I chose not to wake him. Yay for me!
Mr Toddy is a big fella now, he wears size 4, he loves jackets. He’s quite a stylish boy. He’s the hugging type, very loving.
He loves basketball and football. REAL football, the aussie kind.
When I asked him what cake he wanted for his birthday he said ”BASKETBALL”.
So, here it is…
So as the last of nine exists the baby years, we now look to June where the first of nine exits childhood and enters manhood. Our first 18th birthday coming up…. I’ve been challenged to go ahead and create a skeleton cake similar to
At least I have time to do some research….. GAME ON!