Smile Please II

Harry will be three (eeep!) in early August, and I am dutifully making him a birthday card to be shown on cBeebies, the UK children’s channel. The links are pre-recorded, so they require the cards at least 4 weeks in advance. I am not nearly as confident as I was about last year’s effort, particularly as I have sub-contracted a major part of this year’s colouring-in to John, who is even less of a Picasso than I am.

It is customary to include a photo of the birthday child, so in proper Groundhog Day-style, I am once again chasing Harry around paparazzi-style, attempting to capture a full-face smile, directly into camera. I’ve had some corking shots and a few that were nearly ok but nothing that really delights the fond maternal eye.

And while I’m killing WordPress stone dead with photo uploads and shouting furiously at the bastard gallery-thing for including the photos below when they don’t belong there… here is something I have already bought Harry for his birthday. I keep meaning to do the wondrous Mel‘s Show & Tell, but I never do, damnit.

It is a vintage 1977 Matchbox Playboot in beautiful condition, and it almost seems a shame to let Harry The Destroyer at it. I have recollections of playing with one as a child, but do not remember actually owning one; my parents, however, swear blind that I did – and, tellingly, were both able to give uncannily accurate descriptions of the contents after some 25-30 years – which I suppose settles the matter. I hope I will remember Harry’s toys as perfectly, but I bloody doubt it; I feel he owns rather more than most non-royal 1970s children ever did by a factor of Ridiculous.

Harry, a veteran of many a party, has sussed birthdays now; he knows he is two, and will be three on his next birthday, although I have no way of eliciting any clues about his concept of time. He knows there are presents. He knows All About Cake, including candles, and has been cheerfully signing ‘Dinosaur Cake’ for a month or more – until we attended a dinosaur-themed 3rd birthday on Sunday complete with Dinosaur Cake, whereupon he signed that dinosaurs were actually scary, and he wanted a Pig Cake instead. This swiftly became a Train Cake, followed by a Digger Cake, a Lego Cake and has held steady since yesterday evening at Tractor Cake. 

Potty update, because I know you care (!): 3 heavily coached hits, rewarded with stickers and a new Fire Engine, 4 misses, including my prized new stolen from parents fabric armchair. He has been a giggly and cuddlesome delight today. Hooray.

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