Whatever that means
It’s getting to be a bit of a habit posting photos of a tearful Ellen on her birthday – like last year and the year before. At least now she greets with maturity and a bit of dignity (and a bit of bed head).
It’s not too surprising, she’s been up since 7.30 in a bit of a whirlwind of excitement, shredding open presents and playing with new toys. Peaked too early I’d say. At least I got another couple of hours kip after Ellen and Ewan had disappeared upstairs to play. Off to the cinema now for Arthur Christmas. She can chill out there before we wind the whole thing up again and top the day off with a most exciting trip to Costco. Eh?