Dispatches from Crazy Birthday Week

Three birthdays down, only one more to go. And in case you feel that Erin is missing out on inconvenient birthday timing I will point out that her birthday is on Easter Sunday this year (the second time in her short life this has happened, and the fifth time her birthday has fallen sometime within the Easter holiday season). What does she want for her birrthday? A giant easter egg. Not that she's interested in chocolate or anything...

At the moment we are having an invasion of the giant ants from outer space (or from out in the garden anyway). Apparently last night Ashwyn (probably while I was busy making his birthday cake) decided it would be a good idea to drink his juice in the hall. He took it in the hall (ie out of view) because he wanted to drink it with a spoon, which he is not normally allowed to because - guess what? - it makes a big sticky juice mess. A big sticky juice mess right by the front door that attracted the inch ants who have a big nest about two feet from our front door. Normally they are polite and respectful neighbours and do not bother us in their quest to turn our garden into a giant empire of the ants, except for those times when an unsuspecting person puts her hand down on one, or when we entice them in with delicious smells of sticky juice messes. And now poor Andy literally has ants in his pants. Big, bitey ants.

Oh, and I thought I was spending a lot of time lately making cake. This person really takes the ... um ... cake. Just so long as it's not the plutonium cake.