It's difficult to believe but Charlie turned 18 months old on Thursday! I almost forgot, thinking it was Friday and had to cancel plans to see some friends, but despite it being a bit slap-dash we had a nice evening with yummy cake. Sadly, Charlie is poorly yet again. We've managed to escape a lot of sickness this winter until the flu, that is, but now we seem to be making up for lost time with all of coming down with another virus. Nevertheless, I got home from work a little early and spent some fun time with Charlie outside - puddle jumping, biking, and going down the slide. He loves being outside.
As I was making the cake, though, I put him down on the sofa with an ice pop for his sore throat and when I went to check on him minutes later I discovered him asleep. It's the first time that's happened. Poor love.
Rich and Raf went to get balloons while I made the cake... Raf was very excited for the party.
We made the same cake for Rafi when he turned a year and a half old. That time, my mum and dad were visiting (their last time over together) and it was a lovely, fun time. Charlie was a bit out of sorts but we enjoyed the balloons and his brother enjoyed the cake.
Hoping he puts on a little more height and weight in the coming months so that he's a little more robust. He has the personality of quite the bruiser!