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Happy birthday Izzy!

Happy 6th birthday Izzy, another year ticked off - finally! You know you are getting older when you have to go to school / work on your birthday, so while we were woken by Izzy singing happy birthday to herself, it was normal routine other than present opening (shared - Izzy still very generous, letting Abi open as many as she does) as soon as everyone was up.  As ever we struggle to think of things to get the girls, but this year we pitched it well with a combination of mini dinosaurs (always a hit with Izzy), Swingball (hasn't lasted the weekend after Glenn had a go and "whacked it really hard Mummy") and Nerf Guns.  As you might imagine it was the Nerf Guns which immediately got taken out and we then had a manic 15 mins before getting dressed of Abi and Izzy shooting us at close range, before Glenn started to get his own back.  The biggest mistake was probably letting Glenn order the upgrades - Nerf machineguns will be arriving tomorrow - oh dear!

You also know it's just another day when your Mother books a family trip to the dentist on your birthday.  It happened that this was the most convienient time to book and it did fill the time nicely between the end of the school day and a birthday meal at Pizza Express so why not?  I did have to cringe slightly though when I overheard Izzy answer when asked whether we had done anything nice for her birthday and she said "we went to the Dentist". Not everyone gets that sort of treat!

We partied last weekend so this weekend was a bit quieter - in theory.  In reality the girls do a gym class on Saturday morning which means we have to drag Izzy out of bed for a sixth day in a row which she hates.  Abi is fine but poor Izzy crawls out of bed, bed hair sticking up in all directions, almost weeping with the effort of it all. She is fine when she gets going but I do wonder why we bother sometimes.  This weekend this was followed by a short interlude, before we headed off for the birthday party of one of Izzy's school friends. Abi is so like Glenn when it comes to parties (or any event where she's not convinced she wants to go).  Her first stance is "I'm not going".  This is followed by "I might go, but I'm not getting changed for it", then "I'll go, but I'm not doing any games or dancing", finally followed (about 30 seconds before we are due to leave) "I'm not ready, I need to get dressed for the party!". When we get there she may be reluctant, until the party food arrives, then she's all over it.  As I said, just like her Dad!

This morning was our lie in day (well, until 8am at the latest) so we make the most of it. Abi came in with us and Izzy lay in her own bed until the last moment when she decided to come into us for a quick cuddle - she prefers her own space!  Both girls wanted to come for a walk so off we went to The Chase - me walking and them on their bikes pretending to be racing Ducatis and KTMs.  I love these times - kids happy, out in the fresh air, making the most of the woods and fields.  Abi had a spectacular off into the mud and Izzy immediately rushed to her side to save her - still the best of friends for the most part.  Long may it continue.

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