My Boo turned 10 today.
Yes. The day after Moo. One day I will tell you the tale of me ripping my OB a new arse with his 5 iron when he tried to insist that my uterus be unzipped on Moo’s birthday…
This morning, as I lay beside him after being bellowed for at 6am (while I was icing the cupcakes for school, yeah, at six freaking AM people! My love and devotion knows no bounds) I marveled that he was now ‘2 digits’.
‘I am not 2 digits Mummy! I am the big one ohhhhhhh! A decade!’
Yup, dude. The big one ohhhhh!
He opened his gifts while a couple of buckets were handy for MPS, Moo and Too who have caught Boo’s vomiting bug.
He lost his freaking MIND when he opened this:
Remember Christmas time when he wanted HyperDash? He STILL plays with it! Takes it to school at least once a week 🙂 This is the same sorta thing. Oh how I love you Hyper people!
How freaking awesome are these. Electronic drumsticks. Big HUGE smootches to my girl Amanda for telling me about these. Amanda you freaking ROCK!
not so much with this:
and I sent him off to school with these:
to share with his classmates. Gluten, milk and colour free for the win! All FORTY of them.
While he was at school and the vomiting hordes were either fouling the toilet or sleeping with their heads in buckets I made this:
He relented and allowed me to make a little cake. With the mini cake tin. What you can’t see is a little fondant plaque with his name in Hebrew. Cause Boo is all over the Hebrew, my lovelies. You know with him being a French Israeli with an American accent…
Then I cleaned the vomit and bottom explosions off every freaking surface of the bathroom and twittered this:
Which none of them read. Seeing they don’t actually follow me on Twitter and were asleep cradling buckets.
So I pulled apart a cupboard that contains random shit all the craft/party/sewing/wherethefuckshouldthisgoIdunnojustchuckitinthehallcupboard before setting up for Boo’s Birthday Dinner. Murphy laughed and laughed and then choked on his own spit from the laughing cause the SECOND I had everything pulled out of the cupboard I got a call. From school. Seems Boo’s arse exploded. Come pick him up and consider burning his uniform.
So I picked him up and he was fine. And we got to spend some lovely cuddly time together.
Me and my Boo.
My Ten. Year. Old. Boo.
Happy Birthday my gorgeous boy. I love you past the furthest star and past the furthest planet.