Weren’t You Just Born?

Weren’t you only just born?

Didn’t I just hold you in my arms for the first time?

Wasn’t I only just in awe of your first smile?

Wasn’t it only yesterday that you had your first taste of baby porridge?

Wasn’t it only yesterday that I felt your first tooth coming through?

And when did you take your first steps?

Wasn’t it yesterday?

It feels like yesterday…

But no.

Seven years ago today, I held you in my arms for the first time and knew that I would love you with all my heart, forever.

Happy birthday, my darling.

Don’t ever change – for anyone. No matter how crazy you make them!

I love you!

Happy 2nd Birthday, Darling

My darling Booni,

I can’t quite believe that you are two!

You came into our world and turned our lives upside down.

Your smile is infectious, and to hear you laughing makes my heart swell. I love your confidence and swagger – you really are the coolest kid!

You are my little fighter. You have been since you were in my tummy. You fight for what you want and, although it drives us all a bit crazy, I have to admire your determination, bravery and courage.

I wish you all the best, all the time.

I hope your days are filled with love, laughter, sunshine, bubbles and lots of Baa Baa Black Sheep.


I love you to the moon and back.


He’s Five!

I’m absolutely terrible.

Vins’ fifth birthday came and went – and I didn’t acknowledge it on my blog. I’m so ashamed. I didn’t write a post for him or anything.

Oh well.

Anyway – he’s FIVE! I’ve been looking at pictures of him as a baby, and can’t quite believe it.

His and Booni’s birthday pawty is over (THANK THE LORD). It was so stressful – but they had a ball. I’ve got some pictures – but they’re still on LagosDad’s laptop – so I’ll post a few soon.


Let’s Party

I’ve been going on about V’s Mickey Mouse party for so long, I’m getting sick of myself.

So I’m going to stop.

But before I do, I just have to share some photos with you.

The photos are by Madbursts – if you’re looking for a photographer – I recommend them!

Decoration Bits

Decoration bits and pieces
Decoration bits and pieces


Cake and cupcakes
Cake and cupcakes


Our family
Our family

V’s reaction when he saw the horse

V's reaction when he saw the horse
V’s reaction when he saw the horse



Ok – that’s all I’m going to say about the party!

Now to start thinking about next year…



V is Three!

Last Saturday, V turned three!

I can’t quite believe it – but there you go.  Someone told me that time goes faster when you have children.  Whoever said that probably hasn’t experienced a nine week summer holiday with an almost-three-year-old!

Anyway – our day started with a treasure hunt.  V had to follow the clues to find his presents.  This was a fabulous idea – thanks tattooed_mummy!  He LOVED it!

I was going to post a link to the video here, but then  I realised you’d all see what a mess my house is – so I decided against it!

After the excitement of opening all his presents, lunch and a short nap – three or four of his friends (and some of their parents) came over to play and cut his cake.

He was a bit concerned about people touching his new toys, but he soon got over it!


The ‘big’ party is this Saturday on the 14th.  *gulp*



Today is my birthday and I’m 35.


How and when did that happen?

I’m pretty sure that I never thought I’d be as old as this!

I think I need to hunt for my ‘Things to do before I’m 40’ list and start working on trying to cross some of those things off!

To Invite? Or Not to Invite? That is the Question…

You probably already know (because I’ve been banging on about it for weeks) that it’s Vinay’s first birthday soon and I’m trying to organise his party.  I actually think that his birthday should be about *him* – but it seems that I was very wrong and it’s about every one (yes, you *do* detect a note of sarcasm)…  

Anyway, while looking at the list (again) and adding more names to it (again), I began to wonder if it was *really* necessary to invite those two children whose mum I kind of know through those other people that I don’t know that well.  The children’s names?  No, I don’t know…  And what about that other woman?  The one I know through a friend of a friend?  Should I invite her and her two kids also?

Yes – I will invite them.  I will invite them all.  Keep reading to see why.

It was 1989 and my mum and I were planning my 11th birthday party.  We were making a list of all my friends and I was writing the invitations with her.  I told her that there was a boy in my class that I didn’t want to invite because I didn’t like him.  She didn’t say, ‘Ok darling, whatever you like.’  She told me that if I didn’t invite everyone in my class, there would be no party.  I sulked a little, but wrote out his invite anyway.  When all the invitations were ready I took them into school and asked my teacher if I could give them out.  I can remember exactly how the furniture in the classroom was positioned.  I can even remember where some of my friends sat.  I walked up and down the aisles of the classroom and happily handed out my invites.  As I got closer to the desk of the boy-I-didn’t-want-to-invite, I felt a bit annoyed.  Why did I have to invite him anyway?  He was rude, arrogant and obnoxious (he really was – I remember) and I didn’t want him at my party.  I reached his desk and told him that I had forgotten his invitation at home and would bring it for him the following day.  He didn’t say anything.  He never asked me for it and I never gave it to him.  *Hangs head in shame*

I never really thought about it again until I started teaching.  When I first started teaching in Lagos, the school had been open a year and there were only 6-10 children in a class.  And I would see, on a regular basis, children handing out birthday party invitations to their peers and one or two of their classmates would be excluded.  Those poor children didn’t know why they weren’t invited or what they had done wrong and their feelings were hurt.  Therefore, as soon as we (my TA and I) realised someone had party invitations, we took them off the child and put them into each child’s homework folders ourselves.

It was during these few years that I remembered what I had done all those years ago.  I feel so incredibly guilty.  How could I have done something so heartless?  I’m not a nasty person…  I cry during the Ellen DeGeneres Show, for goodness sake!

So, keeping this in mind – I will invite those children I don’t know that well.  And their mums who I also don’t know that well.  Because I don’t want anyone to feel left out – and I don’t want anyone to feel like the boy-I-didn’t-want-to-invite must have felt.

If he ever reads this, I hope he knows how sorry I am 😦