1st Birthday Antics..

17th of January, it makes the special occasion of my daughters birthday, and in this case her 1st birthday.

I’d already cried quite a lot at this point, how had my squishy potato that slept all the time turned into an almost walking, dada saying 1 year old?!

Spending the night before preparing for her to wake up, i was wrapping presents and decorating the house. Admittedly, we didn’t get her much, after christmas, out living room was starting to resemble the toy aisle of most shops. It’s a good damn nightmare, we have already lost a few megablocks to a misplaced foot. (Not looking forward to lego.) With her presents wrapped, and more banners and balloons put around the house that probably necessary, I was done, and ready for the morning.

Well once she was awake, the tears started again, she was officially one, and my little heart couldn’t take it. I just wanted my squish back. Don’t get me wrong, I love watching her grow in to the beautiful human she is becoming, but god you miss them being small. After breakfast and her quite active attempt at opening her presents, my living room now looked like the toy factory had fucking exploded. It’s just gotten to the point of acceptance now.

With that all done, it was now time to decide what to do with our day, initially the plan had been to go to the little farm up the road, but the pissing down rain made it pretty clear that wasn’t going to happen. Fuck. Now what. Because was I fuck paying through the teeth for her to go to soft play in which she would get bored very quickly and we would have to leave.

New idea..Museum. They are free, its a big day out and its only a train ride away! So off we pop, baby bag filled with juice, nappies and snacks, shoes and coats on, ready to go on an adventure! The world museum was calling us, not only is it perfect for children, its right in the centre of town and even better, right next to the train station, no hassle, especially in the shit weather.

The museum was perfect, she of course conned us out of an over priced stuffed toy, but it was her birthday, so I will let her off. We spent hours there, wandered through each floor, it was practically empty so we could just pop her on the floor and let her crawl around to her hearts content which was good, especially since she was experiencing her first sugar rush…whoops.

Yeah, we went to a local Wetherspoons for lunch, got her the bog standard chicken, chips and peas to eat, but then went wrong with the choice of a smoothie for her drink…she was absolutely fucking buzzing her tits off. It was hilarious. She just wouldn’t stop moving, you put her down and she would crawl away so fast that her body just couldn’t compensate for the speed. But fuck, she crashed hard, luckily on the way home. Just in time for a nap.

As first birthdays go, I think it went pretty fucking well. It was exactly what I wanted, me, my boyfriend and my daughter together as a family, celebrating the day. The rest of the family, they were yet to come, over a 2 days stint…yes, that would be 2 parties, one Saturday and one Sunday. But the explanation for that is a whole other blog post.