ONE!

The unbelievable has happened. Bam, just like that: my baby is one. A whole year old!

And my oh my, what a sunny and happy boy he was on his birthday. To start off with, he had French toast and a big old pile of presents. I confess that most of the presents were NOT from his immediate family; luckily he has many admirers scattered far and wide who were very generous with him!

With a little help from his friends, Sebby launched into opening his swag. He was such a spoiled boy!

Of course, the next stage after opening something is always testing it. By which I mean, stuffing it in one's gob.

The boys were both rather taken by the train from Aunty Will & co. I think Daddy has some short-to-medium-term plans for some serious train sets...

After nap, we headed out to Macmillans and painted some cool birthday crockery for the little man, while he played in the garden with the rabbit and in the playpen with the great selection of toys. And then it was lunch time.

Now some one year olds might like kid's food for their birthday lunch. Maybe nuggets? Little sarnies? Pizza? Sebbo had an antipasto platter. He ate salmon, smoked chicken, salami, breads, olives, strawberries, apple and grapes. What a guy.

He did share that platter, I hasten to add! He would share anything with his Daddy.

Dinner was followed by an ICE CREAM CAKE... well, okay, it was just a tub of vanilla up-ended, with a candle stuck in it. Seb was impressed anyway. And eating the icecream was just the best thing ever. If his jaw had opened any wider he might've unhinged it.

And finally, there were fireworks to celebrate our baby's first birthday.

It was a lovely day, for a lovely boy.

One of the loveliest moments came at breakfast, when Daddy disappeared to put on some music. His choice? Piaf, Je ne regrette rien. The perfect choice for this little man, indeed.