I am pleased to report that Jim Jam had a perfectly spiffing birthday yesterday. He spent the morning at home, failing to open presents, before going on a jolly jaunt with three of his baby buddies.
This started with a visit to the stage show of In The Night Garden, starring David Cameron’s brother, Iggle Piggle.
The show is every bit as inane and surreal as the TV version and had him enraptured for, ooh, at least 15 or 20 minutes. Sadly it lasted close to an hour. How did I end up with such a physically active baby? It seems that 20 minutes is the maximum length of time that he can bear to sit still. Hence he spent the second half of the show getting it out of his system by climbing repeatedly up and down the tiered aisles of the venue. (Still, I think the other babies thoroughly enjoyed the show.)
Afterwards we were blessed with a rare and beautiful sunny afternoon so we took them all for a picnic on Richmond Green for the ritual sharing of birthday cake.
I had told James that he could choose any cake in the shop …as long as the shop was Paul Patisserie. (Apparently they don’t stock Thomas the Tank Engine cakes covered in radioactive clown puke – who knew?) Anyway the babies had a ball playing together in the sunshine and the mums ate most of the cake. Win win!
When we got home we picked up where we’d left off and continued trying to interest him in his presents. Besides his rocking horse, G and I had bought him several books and he’d had quite a lot of exciting Amazon boxes arriving last week from friends and relatives. So it ended up looking like a ridiculous present pile-up, with the wrapped rocking horse and several huge boxes at the centre.
The funniest thing was that, to start with, he completely ignored all of the big presents and made a beeline for the little pile of book-shaped packages at the side. Then once he’d opened a few of these books he was gone – we simply couldn’t interest him in any of the other packages until he’d had the books read to him at least 3 times.
Once these were out of his system (or, in other words, once we had hidden the books) he unwrapped the rest of his pressies and discovered that he had received lots of brilliant things. However he was only willing to ride on his rocking horse if it was combined with storytime!
Finally, he was so zonked out, having not slept all day, that we plonked him in his high chair for a light meal and then dunked him straight into the bath. This was where he got his last surprise of the day, with an impromptu visit from his granny and pops, to say happy birthday and deliver some more presents.
Guess what happened next? Yes… he had fresh victims, meaning that storytime could start over again. The boy is insatiable.
Well that’s all for now. For the very interested, more birthday pics are on Flickr, here