One Two THREE



OK, we all know that Heather doesn't turn three until tomorrow, the 2nd of September. But don't tell Heather. The party was today, so we just pretended the whole day that today was her birthday and she is now 3. It was a great day, started off with a special delivery man ringing the doorbell at 7:30am (Jen, you're lucky the gift was so fab that we didn't mind), then French toast and bacon and birthday hats at breakfast. She took her new goggles to her swimming lessons while Mum stayed home to get the picnic things together. We went to Crookston Castle to run around and climb to the top and pretend to be princesses, but the wind was inescapable so we carted the picnic back to the house. We had a nice afternoon; thanks to the friends and godparents for the nice gifts. It's not even 9pm yet but I'm going to hit the sack. Tomorrow (the actual birthday) we'll just take it easy, go to church and to the dump. Honestly, anyone who, at any time in the future tells Heather that we spent her 3rd birthday at the dump is out of the will, or off the Christmas card list at least.