Happy Birthday to Me

Can ya believe it,
I'm one.
A whole year old. I'm into my second year. Officially no longer a baby, I am a toddler. Let's get rrrrrrready toooooo todddddddddddddddlle!!
So my daddy is watching the Superbowl, I'm dreaming of my wonderful presents and the fabulously yummy cake that my mummy baked. Make that the fabulously yummy cakes, make that the two yummy cakes and the biscuits. My mum the baker, wwhoda thought that she's also gotta a day job.
Anyhow, this is me with one great-grandmother, five grandparents, four aunts, one uncle and a cousin on the way. And guess what, yours truly is the centre of attention. Who me, ah Shucks, well I would like to thank my agent, and the director, and my clothes are by ...

Been a while

Since my dad posted a photo of himself to this blog. So this is my Dad and me in Durham, we were there many moons ago on the way back from Gateshead ... see posts passim. So what is a six week old photo doing on this blog - beacon of 'do it now' media? Well, he was getting jealous of all these posts of Burtons smiling and having a great time in exotic locations. OK, Durham is not that exotic, but we're having a great time and frankly I prefered not having to get on the plane, and having to deal with the jet lag and everything. Oh, OK, my dad is just a bit jealous, have you figured that out?