I can't quite get use to the idea of being the mother of a six year old. He's a baby still, surely!
But six he is, and oh what a glorious day was had (if a very tired day for a mama who had to wait a long time for the aforementioned boy to fall asleep the eve of his birthday)
All worth it though, when he saw the gifts and balloons. :-)
Earlish to bed, and a request to co-sleep granted.
"Did you enjoy your birthday, sweetie?" I asked sleepily, as he snuggled into my arms.
"Oh, yes! It was great!"
"But you forgot to make me a hot chocolate."
(rectified today, he's had a huge frothy hot chocolate with marshmellows and cream!)