The Birthday Week Is Upon Us

If there is one place you don't want to be with a frustrated child it's stuck in the middle of a traffic jam on one of England's busiest motorways with another hour to go before you reach your destination. The Chancellor not only had to deal with the wee man but also with me moaning about the traffic, rubbish drivers and the treacherous fog that fell over the car.

One Man and a Wee Bairn has taken its unique brand of witterings and moanings on the road this weekend for the wee man's first birthday party. We have traveled down to Leeds for a weekend with the family and friends and hopefully some relaxation. Despite his birthday actually being on Thursday we are celebrating 365 days alive because not everyone can make a party in the middle of the week. So it will be a ripping party to fully celebrate a first birthday. Things are already rip roaring as while I am writing this the wee man is being inflicted, by his Grandad, to a version of Shakespeare's Falstaff with the sub-woofer on full. This not only over stimulates the wee man but pisses off my mum who continually shouts at him to turn the television down. A sign of things to come this weekend I think.

But it should be a wonderful weekend of celebrations with the family and some very close friends, all of whom have been so incredibly generous with their time and money. The only problem though with the weekend is that we have no room in the car to bring back all the presents we imagine we will get for him. After packing the car so full to the brim for the way down we joked about what it would be like to have another child. Joked maybe not quite the right word, worried might be more fitting. We would have to upgrade to a 4X4 or some kind of mini bus which would cost the earth. How Multi Mum and Multi Dad do it is beyond me. I can barely travel with one let alone four. Anyway no moaning this weekend, celebration awaits.


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