Our little boy turns one year old today, which convinces me that time takes on a completely different meaning when you're a parent. It's like what my friend Gordon used to call "computer time" - this is when you sit in front of the PC for what feels like three minutes but turns out to be roughly 72 hours. I feel like I've been a mother for a couple of months, but it's actually been a year. One year! If the rest of my life goes by this quickly, Jack will be wheeling me into a home by 2010.
One of the best things about having kids is having an excuse to do childish things. This afternoon, I am going to hurl myself down a large plastic slide, sit in a tub of balls, and stuff myself with chocolate cake until I go blind. This is all for the sake of my son's birthday party, of course. I am overjoyed that this country has a distinct lack of Chuck E. Cheese and an abundance of soft play centres.
Happy first birthday, my adorable boy. My life will never be the same again, and that's a very good thing.
(Soppy mummy post to celebrate Jack's birthday can be found on the baby blog.)