Alistair got up a at about 10 pm last night to ask if it was his birthday yet. Then again a 6:12 am this morning, asking the same question. We were snuggling up in bed for a few minutes before he returned to his own bedroom to wake up James. It is funny, he just wanted to be sure it was his birthday, there was no rush for presents. Alistair wanted to play the Wii with James for a bit instead, a wish that we couldn't deny the birthday boy, not on his special day. It was also very tempting to stay in bed for a wee while longer.... It was only when Annie woke up and reminded Alistair of the gifts that he wanted to know what was waiting for him. Look at his wee face, so exited. His best present probably were the stilts.
At football, Alistair was the kicker of the week, no doubt because of his birthday and not his amazing footie skills. Now, in the late afternoon, yet another storm is raging outside and Alistair is soundly asleep on one of your big floor cushions. Birthdays are so tiring!