September 27, 2011
In our house, there are trucks everywhere. Trucks live under couches, in bedrooms, under duvets, on dinner tables, under pillows, in the kennel, in the garden, in the sandpit (yes, we have a new sandpit, more on that later). We draw trucks, make them out of Lego, colour them in, drive them around, sleep with them, eat with them, don't go anywhere without at least one for each hand. We are crazy for trucks. I say we, because it's infectious. I can't go anywhere without wildly pointing out the cement truck, or the garbage truck, or the skip truck...
And it's all because of my dear first born. Amazing what these little people open your eyes to. Before him, trucks didn't even exist in my world. He'll be three soon. And so the birthday preparations begin. It's still just over a month away, but when you take away the time spent at work, doing chores, preparing meals, looking after house and home, it really doesn't leave that long to get organised. And God knows I could never be anything but.
Invitations, food, decorations, venue and the all important cake... yes, a truck cake. Although he's on the fence as to whether it should be a garbage truck cake or a dump truck cake or a ladybird cake. Don't ask me where that last one came from.