All the Cliches Are True

I'm waiting for the cupcakes to bake, looking at pictures from four years ago. Bump and I have been so caught up with running errands, making To Do lists for the move, planning a party and enjoying the freedom that visiting grandparents and all their free childcare provide - that we haven't spent as much time with Lumpyhead (or the other two) as we normally do. As we finish the preparations for the birthday party tomorrow, I'm having one of those "remember the reason for the season" moments (only it's not Christmas, and my son is not the Messiah) (as far as I know) (but you know what I mean).

It's hard to believe that four years can pass in the blink of an eye, yet seem so long ago.

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The mixer piqued his curiosity, and Lumpyhead the Nighttime Inspector came creeping into the kitchen to see what all the noise was. "You're making a cake for me!" he announced, when I asked him what he was doing out of his bed. I declined his offer of help and sent him back to his room.

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Oh, and from the Luxury of Visiting Grandparents Department comes Today's No-Shitter: A three-hour nap in the middle of the afternoon means that at 9pm you're perfectly willing to pick up toys and tidy up the kitchen; instead of staring blankly at the wall, barely able to wipe the exhausted drool from the corner of your mouth.