A torrent of 20 little pirate boys and girls (and one chief pirate Mummy)-skull jewellery counts as piratey right(?!) ascended to David Lloyd's for a heartily fun day to celebrate Oliver and his best friend Oscar's 4th birthday.
My darling little man is 4 today ( I know what you're thinking/! I look too young right?! Why thank you) Ha! But seriously now 4? 4 feels insanely grown up for a tiny little baby I had in arms, well, 4 short years ago.
Wait, this is the after party. Me slumping on the sofa, willing the toddler to nap so we can recover from the weekend's celebrations.
...It's party time. Well not until tomorrow but it's imminent. The '2 year old in a teenager's body' is having a party. We've selected the venue (his favourite softplay centre): small, easy to get to, fabulous toys including his favourite 'the oven', always pristine sans the ubiquitous childrens' dribble and I don't actually have to get into the ball pit as visibility from the seating area/magazine stand is peripheral.