As of 7.13pm Amy was sixteen years old. How she's gone from being a doll like 5lb 6oz bundle to a 5'4" 16 year old who can make me laugh or annoy me in a split second is beyond me. And how I've gone from being in my early 30's to my late 40's so quickly is quite scary. What's even scarier is when Thomas is 16, I'll be 54! Anyway, moving on quickly.
Today there were balloons
Cake with sparklers
Cake for breakfast
And half eaten cake with the remaining sparklers lit when Aunty Edith came.
There was a visit from Grandma and lots of cards, gifts and money.
And tonight there was a meal in Manchester with Matthew and Sophie. She's doing her own thing with friends on Saturday and although we offered to take her friends out with us, she just wanted a family meal.
I went down memory lane for 10 minutes and got her baby box out. The lemon outfit is what she came home from hospital in and the little shoes were the first pair she had when she was about 6 months old
There are scan pictures (quite a few as I had a scan every few weeks), her birth tag, name tag, a ribbon and flower from her christening cake and the thread I was stitched up with after the section! All these things I can remember as clearly as though I'd given birth to her today.
I also came across an English book from when she was 6. Always brought up to tell the truth I love how she says school is 'a bring place' (boring place)! I think she ran out of time because knowing Amy she was about to write.... do this, do that.
And I love this little photograph album. It's full of the sweetest pictures of her (biased I know), from when she was about 3 years old.
Last night we got her to check what she can legally do now that she's 16. Here goes. She can buy a lottery ticket, ride a moped, get married with our permission, leave home, although she was quick to point out we can't throw her out.
She can consent to her own medical and dental procedures, have sex, join the armed forces (with consent), earn minimum wage, buy premium bonds, invest in a cash ISA, order her own passport, drink alcohol in a pub with a meal but not buy the drink herself.
Quite randomly she can also fly a glider. Which is nearly as random as me keeping my C-section suture thread. And which, being the nosey parker I am, makes me want to know if there's anything you've kept as a memory that might seem quite strange to other people.