8!

Another birthday spent at school, but at least I had a day off. I have always thought that it is the mother who should be getting all the treatment on her child/ren's birthday.

So how does it feel to be eight? The same as seven.

Our big eight year old can do plenty of things and is now starting to play cello, reads a lot, enjoys watching "An Idiot Abroad" and has a wicked sense of humour.

Happy Birthday, Hanna!