Happy birthday to daddy!

It's been a funny old day. You know it's not good when you're awoken at 2am by one of those cries that signifies something is *really* wrong. Phil went in to check to find poor diddy covered in sick. He'd sat up and tried to catch it in his hand but it was everywhere. Of course lily then woke up too and wasn't best pleased at being disturbed so she sobbed for 2 hours on daddy downstairs while Dylan and I shared our bed and had to make several more dashes to the bathroom through the night :(

Kept him at home today and though he said he felt fine, he had a good 3 hour nap this afternoon. Lily went to Karens and had fun at the park in the glorious sun with Georgia. I was stuck in all day with an electrician who had come to fix our bathroom lights in a job which ended up being massively complicated as our house is weird and wired up strangely.

Took the children to choose presents for daddy at tea time. D must have picked up every toy in the shop as 'daddy will like this!' We ended up with a varied assortment of chocolates, daddy juice, swinging garden gnome, balloons, water pistols and bath sponges. What more could a man want? Well... Perhaps some sleep! Fingers crossed for a better night tonight.