11 feels like a leap to me, like I turned around for a second and suddenly this boy of mine has grown up. It's partly because he's changed so much this year as a person... he's so much more responsible and considerate. He's been so helpful since Ayla's arrival and to be honest, most of the pregnancy too. I genuinely love have conversations with him, debating with him and watching the way his mind works, putting things together I wouldn't have and surpassing me in some areas. Proud doesn't begin to cover it.
It was a hard one for gifts, that half way space between toys and useful things, but thanks to the grandparents he got a great balance of crafty, and electrical, and was elated with his watch and first mobile phone!
Apart from his cake (lemon drizzle, his favourite), he spent his afternoon making cupcakes. I love this picture... there is always one of us to the side 'holding the baby' until it's their turn.
The afternoon was spent bouncing around with friends at a trampoline park! For a generation who all have trampolines in their gardens, a giant room with a trampoline floor, and walls and even giant air bags to jump into for an hour was the perfect destination. And definitely a mum's friend over the wet cold days of winter to come.
They even have trampoline dodgeball!