She draws, she loves jaffa cakes and has the biggest heart going. Happy birthday Millie, I think we need more room for all our sketchbooks.
Maid of my heart.
Day fourteen of Inktober, Happy Birthday Evie my beautiful girl, born on this day ten years ago into swirling waters complete in your caul. I love you my little mermaid.
Brand new headphones this year to plug the world and its many memes straight into your head, graphic novels with zombies in and a tonne of drawing stuff.
She’s doing great.
Seven years in Swansea.
Gruff is now seven years old.
There has been another football added to the growing army of bouncy spheres in his possession. There are more wrestlers and cars. More noise and more opinion too.
Best of all is that there are more laughs and hugs.
When you are six…
You can dance in your onesie while sword-fighting with a roll of wrapping paper after eating a hideous amount of chocolate cake.
I’ve been trying to quietly wrap a very shouty Incredible Hulk toy for Gruff’s birthday tomorrow. It’s not going well, Hulk is insisting he has to smash everything and we’re going to have to have words…
What’s my age again?
Evie is seven.
Candles and cake…
Mummy is forty today…
There be pirates…
If I knew you were coming…
Ten years old.
Gruff is three today, blow those candles out and make a wish!
It’s a certain little boy’s birthday tomorrow. The superhero cake he requested is being held together by tonnes of icing , there are sword shaped parcels and home made cards ready.
Just need to keep someone’s fingers from stealing any more icing.