Birthday Boy

Wow, Matt and I are exhausted, sitting on the sofa almost comatose. Tom, lucky thing is fast asleep in bed. Today Tom turned 2. How did that happen? His first year dragged (something to do with a severe lack of sleep), but his second year has just flown past, and somehow he has turned from a baby into a boy, not sure when that happened, but it can't be denied he is certainly a boy now.

So, this morning Tom turned our bedroom into a state throwing paper and cardboard everywhere as he unwrapped his presents. Mostly from other people not from us as we decided not to wrap his main present (a balance bike). He was a very lucky boy and very spoilt from his Guardian Father who emigrated to Australia at the end of last year - he got a Koala, a Kangaroo and a book from him, unnecessary but very much appreciated - thank you very much Martin:0).

After breakfast he entered the lounge and found his new bike and helmet. He was very happy and immediately tried to get on the bike. Unfortunately, his legs are just too short, so he'll have to grow into it. The fact it is on two wheels also threw him, so it crashed to the floor on a number of occasions.

As it was raining, our plan to go to the zoo was scuppered, so we decided to go to Cosford instead. After a slightly unsure start, he warmed up and really enjoyed himself, running around the planes. He ran his little heart out. We finished up at the play area where he took a liking to a number of pieces of equipment - including a joystick controlling a plane in an air tunnel (see pic), where he gave passengers a particularly bumpy ride, but his absolute favourite was a plane that you could load up with a parcel and set flying, then press a button to unload the parcel which then dropped onto the floor - he LOVED it - he enjoyed loading it up and watching it fly. We would have been there all day if he could. In the end we had to drag him away and he had a tantrum, he cried and turned red and no amount of appeasement would calm him down.

We left because we were hungry and the food at the museum is pretty bad. We found a pub in Codsall which is in the old station, full of railway memorabilia and on the platform so Tom had a great time waving to the trains. It had a lovely atmosphere, is a 'local'(lots of people meeting for a drink) and had good food. Defiantly a good place to take both Grandads in the future.

Tom crashed out in the car on the way home, so he had his nap and then we all went to the Pirate Playpit to catch up with Rachel, Olly and Mae. Tom showed his Dad around whilst I looked after Olly. We all had a lovely time, Tom, once again cried when we left - think he had a lovely time and he was tired.

Came home, had dinner, then the Gouges came round so yet more pressies and cards to be opened. In the end he didn't go up for his bath until 6.30 - mega late for him.

Definitely a good day. I wonder what the next year will bring...