Monday, 31 January 2011

They Say It's Your Birthday (Next Week)

Sunday morning. Woke up, got up, made coffee and toast, shlepped around the kitchen and garden for a bit. Watched a Psychedelic Furs video from about a million years ago. 
Mixed this up and bunged it in the oven. It turned out brown. Just right for a chocolate cake. After breakfast, Sweeney helped me knock out some ninjabread men from this healthsome recipe. They turned out brown, too. Just right for baked assassins.
Why the baking hubbub?? Harper's birthday party was on, that's why. He's three any day now.
Here's the star of the day, looking rather splendid in his new t-shirt. Note the entirely adequate cake in the foreground ...
You're a rather lovely chap, Harper, and I'm chuffed to know you. I love the way you call me "auntyange", and how you call Sweeney "Seeney".
I love that you and Sweeney can't get enough of each other, yet you're happy enough, each of you, when the other is gone. You're so similar and so different. You're lucky boys, to have each other.

And here are two beautiful, fine women who breached the perimeter yesterday. Bela, who we've known forever, and Coco-Inez, who we've only just met.
Anyhoo, Happy-Birthday-for-Saturday, Harpoon!!


Kimberley said...

I love the pic of the three of them. It was impossible to get them all looking at the camera at the same time cos they were all making sure each other was having a good time. We're so lucky to have them.

Mrs. B said...

The photo at the picnic table is classic. Looks completely timeless, like it could be from any time. Love it. Happy B-day Sweeney!

Mrs. B said...

Whoops, meant to say Happy Birthday Harper!!!

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