Frank is TWO!

Tough work getting past Security...

Two.


Emily and Priscilla have gotta love this t-shirt...

The Cake.Arf and G'Marg.
Knackered after all the celebrating.

That's right, Frank is now a big boy. Two. We're still getting used to saying it and Frank's still singing "Happy Birthday to FrankFrank" several days later.

It was a lovely day, although unfortunately we had to cancel the party as we've all been under the weather. Frank's on antibiotics for a nasty ear ache and spent most of Sunday night awake and upset so we know cancelling was the best thing to do even if it meant we had to eat all of the cake by ourselves...Murray did his best to help and we flogged some off on the Fastiers (even though Brett claims he isn't a cake-eater), and Frank had more fun running his piece over with the concrete mixer than actually eating it BUT he did love the candles.

And the balloons.

And the cards.

And the presents.

But not The Birthday Beats from Arthur.

Arthur is teething and has a runny nose but joined in happily. He already knows what he wants for his cake. But you will have to wait 7 more months, mate. He's loving hanging out with Pappy on Wednesdays and almost has sitting up sussed.