39 for the first time (yes really)

So... I had a birthday.. a 39th birthday.. so as Daddy Pig would have it "I'm a bit of an expert in having birthdays" - AGAIN for clarity and so I don't murder my husband I really truly am 39 for the FIRST time and I'm totally okay with that. As a result of being 39 for the first time or by the time I write this thing 39 for 2 whole days any of my 39 things start from here on in...

I had a birthday... it was epic... I got out of bed when I felt like it (9am), I didn't take the smallest to nursery and I woke to a messy but decorated desk..

Look at all my lovelies... I did query why I had condom balloons and why there was confetti EVERYWHERE but I am assured by the dear husband that in fact the balloons are real and not made from condoms and that they sell them as separate entity's.. so he spent the night trying to get confetti inside a balloon and basically made a mess in the process... given that it was my birthday and I had already declared I was downing tools I wasn't as mad as I would have been the remaining 364 days of the year.

I was thoroughly spoiled throughout the day... (no surprises there because I had forewarned all family members that live with me of the consequences of what might happen if I wasn't) and one particular member who was clearly fed up of the numerous hints I have dropped in the fashion of: Them: what do you want for you birthday? Me: oh nothing I don't mind (I WANT A TARDIS TROLLEY AND I WILL CRY AND HATE YOU ALL IF I DON'T GET ONE)

they listened... and they listened hard because I didn't get one but in a wibbly wobbly timey wimey bigger on the inside at 12pm 2 of these gorgeous beauty's arrived:

I may have to confess and say I was kinda looking forward to the birthday tantrum I had planned.. but I love the multiple trolleys more...

My mother who despite being the least understanding of my Whovian Obsession but who delivers every single year (remember the fish fingers and custard cake last year, and the minion / doctor who tardis cake cross over that she did?) went one step further this year with the card to out do all cards ever that defines bigger on the inside in ways I never even thought possible:

This doesn't do it justice but it was a thing of beauty and I will keep it forever :)

Also I declared in the spirit of fat club and putting on *mumble mumble* amount of weight on due to holiday that I couldn't have a Chinese and a birthday cake and all the additional birthday accessories but that instead I would agree to quorn nuggets with bbq sauce (ridiculously close to the real thing) and a meringue low syn type deal.. they stuck to it and they gave me this..

Please note this is before the chocolate sauce and it was as amazing as a birthday cake would have been and I didn't feel even a tiny bit guilty. It was made all the better (because meringue and fruit tastes better with tears) by the fact it was presented to me with birthday sparklers and my baby boy singing to me on face time (I am so seriously going to have to address my level of soppy)

I was also treated to a birthday voucher from my youngest and penny's from my sister in law and so for the first time in a long time I treated myself to a new coat (that goes ridiculously well with my beloved doctor who scarf) and a pair of ankle boots.. I'm particularly pleased about the size... 12 which without afore mentioned fat club would never have been possible before...

In unrelated birthday news..

Anyone who knows me knows that my ultimate go to comfort food is mac n cheese (not the american box kind the real deal, and the best kind is that made by my mum) but fat club law says I can't eat that anymore, and I also spent a week in a caravan with a vegan which also makes that a no go.... so in preparation for my 39 days vegan (as yet not started) I re made the butternut n mac which thanks to the addition of nutritional yeast (not as gross as it sounds) its a pretty close match to the real thing..

My bestie who has numerous identities but for consistency I shall continue to refer to as bombshell grey girl decided that I needed to be educated in the way of vagina and penis exhibits:

There is a very long and very boring story that goes with these images and for the record I am not and never have been a prude. My objection to this because I know she will read this is that not so long ago I wanted to go to a peaceful protest that involved *ahem* face sitting. She refused and told me that neither of us were publicly sitting on the others faces but yet a few years later its okay to suggest that for my birthday we should look at vagina's and willies. 

My son continues to explore the delights of his own freedom and the joys of student living and sends me photos of his culinary achievements..

which in comparison to his baby sisters.., pale into insignificance:

In other news seaweed remains a resident in my bedroom, purely because I am too sentimental to allow any one to touch the baby boy's room so that she can have her own room:

DO NOT be fooled by this picture of supposed innocence... last night she decided that sleep was optional and was a total sod between the hours of 1am  - 7am, I'm pretty used to and tolerant of this apart from the fact that today I had to stand up and talk to other professionals as if I was an expert which without numerous and excessive caffeine infusions would have been impossible. Sorry baby boy but your room is being dismantled this weekend so as I can get some god damn sleep...

I got this photo during said speech to other professionals and I had to admit that she is so lucky she is cute:

Cosima... first of her name, stealer of dreams, breaker of sleep. 

Finally because my youngest child has already grown up in an era of technology and social media... a video on how to deal with google (and she does it way better than me because I get confused between Alexa and Google)

And to make up for her abominable sleep routines a story about how mummy is a princess:

I have to admit... 39 is kinda cool