B Day

B = Breakfast (complete with the weekend newspaper) in Bed for the Birthday Boy.

What he got hours before I got mine at The Falls (for the Toy Library Committee Christmas breakfast do. Yes that's right, I went out for breakfast on his birthday).

We decided all morning is enough for Daddy to be by himself to read the enormous Weekend Herald so off we went home at lunch time. The boys insisted they want to get Daddy a birthday present so we finally settled on a chocolate Moro Bar. Which they later evidently thought, with each savour, a very good idea indeed.

B = BBQ dinner (well, can you still call it a BBQ when there's no sausage, steak, bread or salad, just fish and chicken drumsticks, accompanied by rice, stir fried cabbages and grilled asparagus???)

And of course, a birthday isn't complete without a Birthday cake: a healthy carrot cake - never mind the calorie-laden scrumptious cream cheese icing - it is all about a Balanced diet, remember ;) 

I have long abandoned to say "cheese" when taking photos until recently when I read in the December's Reader's Digest "How to look good in family photos". 3rd tip down the list for the face was:

"Say cheese! This is not as silly as it sounds. It opens your mouth into a natural smile."

Hmm, it opened our mouths alright, but I would hardly call any of ours a natural smile.

Sweet toothed boy who just has to get every last bit of icing off the plate.