Lucas turns seven (Doesn't time fly?)

Yesterday, Lucas turned seven.  I can't believe it...it only seems like a few days ago that he was hiccuping away in my tummy and I was desperately trying to evict him with super-hot curries, pineapple and driving over the most vicious cobbled streets that we could find.

He had his birthday party on Saturday and zoomed around on go-karts with his friends (with the occasional wild bouncing session on a bouncy castle for variety).  And of course, there was cake.  (More on that later, of course!)

Lucas woke us up at 0630--he's a reliable alarm clock, especially on his birthday--and he opened a present in bed before we took him downstairs to see his big birthday surprise.

I've decided that messy sofas look sophisticated in B&W

There was a very satisfying gasp, and a wow, and then he settled down to the Serious Business of unwrapping presents before school.  Oh!  I must show you the fantastic card that Dave put together for Lucas!

Lucas wants to be James Bond when he grows up!

Amid all the sugar and excitement I've spent a lot of time wallowing in nostalgia and flicking through photographs.  He's grown a lot over the years...

(clockwise) 20 weeks, 1 day, 6 months, 18 months, 3 years, 4.5 years

I know every mummy is super-proud of her child (or children), but Lucas is the kindest, loveliest, funniest little guy I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.  He's bright--he explained to his older cousin last night why the ISS is so bright when it passes overhead, its solar panels reflect the sun in case you were curious--and is usually relentlessly cheerful.  He's just 100% gorgeous, inside and out and I love him to bits.

Happy birthday, Wee Man!

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