Oliver's day4.45am Pip wakes. Bleary eyed Mama makes card and fairy cakes for Oliver with Pip.
7.45am Oliver wakes at a sensible time.
8.30am Pancakes! With train shapes put in them no less. The maple syrup gloops nicely in the cut out shapes...
9am Postman comes and we celebrate by opening all O's cards.
10am Leave for London. Mama and Pip asleep in car less than 3 seconds after leaving St George's Road.
11am Arrive at Big G's work where we're catching the bus into Chelsea from to avoid two enormous congestion charges and extortionate parking charges (they charge by the minute in Chelsea don't you know darling?)
11.02am Coffee. Good strong coffee. Oh, and chocolate banana cake and really amusingly spherical Anzac 'cookies' (not authentic in the least).
11.30am Head over Wandsworth Bridge to catch C3 bus. Make 85 year old Great-Grandma run for bus. I am bad grandchild. Kind bus driver waits for stragglers, probably for amusement value seeing us all run than anything else.
12pm Still haven't found restaurant that Mama promises is round every corner of the King's Road. Dada sent ahead as search party.
12.35pm Order ridiculous amount of food for short time we have to eat it in.
1pm Food gone. Mostly in Pip's tummy, judging by the size of it.
1.30pm "Room on the Broom" performance. The best theatre performance I've seen in years. Oliver's comment when the lights go down: "I'm very excited Mama. And I'm not scared". It's actually more of a mantra but it seems to work well as he doesn't cry or get upset for entire 45 minute show, even at the big red Welsh dragon (it had to be didn't it?) or when the witch fell into a bog.
3.30pm Back at Big G's work via playground, chat with Grandad Brian and more excitement at seeing as many Dizzies as he can count.
3.35pm Both boys asleep in the back of the car.
5pm Home. To open more presents - by now Oliver is really getting the hang of this - and have his birthday fairy cakes we carried around London in the vain hope we'd have time to eat them.
6.10pm First ever TV dinner. The biggest birthday treat of all.
6.30pm Very little of dinner eaten as too busy being mesmerised by Chuggington. Note to Mama: this only happens once a year on birthday otherwise children will starve.
7pm Late reading of all current favourite books and to bed.
Sweet dream gorgeous boy. We love you.
