Monday, 28 July 2014

There was a birthday ...

There were brightly wrapped parcels.


There was a card.


There was an oscar winning performance of fake surprise.


There was some supermodel style posing.


There was a tiny bit of actual surprise.


There was a cake baked.


There was dinner out.


There were candles lit.


There were candles blown …


out.


There was cake cut ...



and eaten.


There was seriousness.


And not so seriousness.


And then there was the realisation that someone will be an adult in twelve months time!




28 comments:

  1. Then he'll be 19 then 20 then 21 and there'll be drinkin' and wimmin and more drinkin' to get over the wimmin....and they bugger off and leave home but they come back eventually! xx Looks like he had a great timexx

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    1. Yep … they probably come back at around the time they want you to start babysitting their kids ;0)
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  2. What a great day and lovely photos of the big event. Regards Kathy A, Brisbane

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  3. So a very good day, then - no need to scream, Jo! Happy birthday to the almost-adult Master 17. xxx

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    1. I can't help it … it's just all soooo horrifying ;0)
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  4. A great day was had then! Did you make the cake? Its a marvel! x

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    1. I sure did … I asked him what he wanted and it was "something from scratch" … so the lazy option of a packet cake went out the window ;0)
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  5. Happy Birthday to him! Loved the card. What is it about boys and things like that? My son bought his nephew, my youngest grandson, something similar for his ninth birthday recently. A guide to farts. From Kmart. It went up and down the table at pizzeria here and all the grandkids nearly fell off their chairs laughing.

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  6. Happy birthday to him!!! Lads get older but never really grow up, sorry!! Nice cake, mmmmmmmmmmm!!!

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  7. LOL-it is a bit scary. Mine is an adult now and mostly I just keep thinking, OMG I'm the mother of an adult. I'm coming over for cake! It looks awfully good and I'm counting on M17 to not have eaten it all yet. I Love your painting and do hope that will be framed and displayed somewhere!
    xoxo

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    1. Cake was all gone in record time … sorry … they don't last long around here :0)
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  8. Aw don't worry! Abby is 20 in 2 months, still acts like a child at times haha! she has noooooo intention of leaving home too - It looks like a wonderful birthday, Master 17 is such a cool dude! yay for farting cards and gorgeous cake.......really, really nice cake *has sudden craving for cake, like now!* x x x

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  9. Looks like a fab birthday and a great cake. Happy Birthday wishes to Master 17, where does the time go . . .

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    1. I don't know where it goes … but I do wish it would go there more slowly ;0)
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  10. Looks like a great day. And oh look, at the table with his best friend...! x

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  11. Looks like a great day, and oh look, sat with his best friend...! x

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  12. Lovely photos! I like the candles blown out one :-) a lovely memory. Also your scream painting...Ahhh! In a good way. I'm still getting over the 12th birthday. Teenage next year, although puberty already started...what? We are so slow to keep up, us Mums. Maybe we need the cake more than them! XO JJ

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  13. PS. I keep meaning to tell you, every time I see your blog address I think it says "angel shavered hair". Totally cool name!

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    1. I see that in the name all the time too :0)
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  14. Painting...brilliant. You are so funny !XO

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  15. Wow life was so much simpler when they were small...happy birthday...looks like he may have some of your ability to make others laugh. X

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    1. He does keep us amused on a regular basis … and sometimes he's not even trying too ;0)
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