Chedder Cheese.

Recently we celebrated Chester's first birthday.

The girls were so excited leading up to his birthday. They were the key decision makers when it came to his cake, his gifts, and how we would surprise him in the morning. The day before his birthday they had gone shopping to find some things that we could use to celebrate the special day.

I came home to find an arsenal of party poppers, dilly string, balloons and party whistles on the kitchen table. Chester was either going to be really surprised and happy, or really surprised and cry with fear from all the commotion.

The morning of Chester's birthday Mariah and I were woken by two very excited little girls. As the girls were whispering to Mariah I pulled my phone off the bed side table. Squinting with one eye half opened I turned on my phone to see what the time was. Soon both eyes were open and bulging out of their sockets. It was not even 6 o'clock yet.

How do you tell two excited girls to go back to bed I hear you ask... You don't. You get up and help them resist the temptation to go and wake their younger brother.

The time ticked by and Chester continued to sleep. It was as if he knew what was coming and was just laying in his bed hoping that we would forget about the celebrations and let him has a quiet day.

After several hundred "when will he wake up" remarks from the girls, there came a noise from the bed room.

Had Chester just woken up? Was he really sitting quietly in his cot and just made the biggest mistake thus far in his three hundred and sixty five days on the earth. Either way, the troops had heard the noise and regarded it as their signal to CHARGE!!

Chester has no idea what he was in for when his door burst open.

The party whistlers led the charge, Dad showered with him with silly string, and Mum she documented the attack and ensured that the rules of engagement were adhered to.

We were successful in our attack. He was surprised and there were no tears.

The attack then turned to cuddles in bed.

Chester had a great day.

 

 

 

A birthday would not be a birthday without cake. The girls had decided to make him a bright green cake with animals on top.

 

 

 

The icing was so green that it made the bath water turn in to a nuclear pond.

 

The day was enjoyed by all. The kids were exhausted and went to bed on time and without a fuss.

 

A couple of weeks after Chester's birthday I asked him if he would like a hair cut.

 

 



At first he was all shocked and not sure if I was serious. He must have known that we would need approval from mum. So when mum finally gave the go ahead......

I could hardly contain his excitement.



 

 

 

The finished product. It looks a lot different when it is dry. We were all surprised to see what he looked like once the hair was gone.

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Chester. May there be many more to come.