three

It seems pretty insignificant in light of the current events here in our little country. My heart goes out to all effected and I really wish there was more I could do to help. 

Today our Mister Finley turns Three. It seems sureal that this time 3 years ago, I had just arrived at the hospital and was awaiting my lovely doctor to administer my first dose of Pethadine, after having been in labour for 46 hours already, so I could finally get some rest. 9 hours later (and some WEIRD hallucinations involving the Cat in a Hat) This lovely boy graced us with his presence. To this day he is as stubborn and strong willed as the day he was born.

We spoilt him rotten this morning with some new Duplo to go with the rubbish truck set he got for Christmas.

 

Happy Birthday wee man!