Apparently, nothing says happy fourth birthday like a lamb and a were-rabbit.
It could have been a rocket, a hedgehog or even a train. But for his fourth birthday Raffie really just wanted a Wallace and Gromit cake. Not just any old Wallace and Gromit cake, but one from The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.
This is the second year he’d asked for Wallace and Gromit so Daddy and I spent most of the week leading up to his party making tiny vegetables and trying to find the best way to get a Were-Rabbit silhouette to stay on the side of a cake.
It might have been a bit weird and slightly wonky (with six layers of cake inside it) but I am pleased to report he was happy with it, even though he was too excited to eat it for two days. And the second cake I had to make when I realised he didn’t have a birthday cake on his actual birthday.
Devoid of a bouncy castle and an entertainer, Daddy had the brainwave of asking a friend if he could bring his lamb to the party and it seems that you’re never too young or too old to appreciate the smaller creatures in life.
For our own baby, it’s going to be a year of change. Starting school in September is going to be a huge change for all of us.
We can only hope the words “Hear me in the face Mummy”, and the phase of running into people at high speed are two things which may be left at school doorstep.
But while there’s were-rabbits and jelly and lambs, at least one of us is taking a year of change in his stride, along with more cake than any of us have been able to eat-so far.