(bionicles in disarray, half cloned and cross bred)
I could uncharitably point out here that my son, by being born three days later than anticipated, rather manages to steal my birthday thunder every year , but the truth is that he makes the week more thrilling, excited as he is about his new age. In fact, he has talked of little else for months - his new age, how big he will be, how he may one day be bigger than his sister, and so on and so on.
And having birthdays so close allows for some handy comparisons between our two birthdays.
This was my gift from my husband.
Blackbird by Dean Bowen
Look familiar? I have a Dean Bowen painting on the sidebar of this blog. If my husband read my blog, which he claims not to, he would know how much I love Dean Bowen's work. But he doesn't and yet he still picked this painting for me, which makes my heart sing just a little.
This is one of my son's presents. Yes, Woody talks. All the time. He has 60 sayings in fact. And no, it is not annoying in the least.
And finally, birthday food. This image captures both types:
I made the robot cake from the new Women's Weekly Classic Children's Birthday Cake Book which has just been reprinted. (If you would like to see an example of the special place this book has in many Australians' hearts, see Melbourne Gastronome's post on this book).
The robot needs a bit of back support, but apart from that my son deemed him sufficiently robot like. They are quite a lot of effort to ice aren't they? I felt as if I had completed a particularly difficult test when I finished him up.
In the background, grown up birthday food: Riesling and chocolate gingerbread.
I had mixed feelings about this birthday. I didn't feel a glorious rushing gratitude to be alive, but I did have a quiet and calm day, and thought about how lucky I am.
My allegedly so called bad chemo has now ended after 9 weeks and I have survived it apart from an endless cold \ throat thing almost certainly brought on by an in hindsight possibly foolish decision to fly to Sydney for the day for work last week.
Next week I start 12 weeks of weekly Taxol and Herceptin, both delivered intravenously. This is a disheartening thought, but apparently Taxol is largely bearable.
Weird Chemo Side Effect No 1: my freckles have come back. It is no exaggeration to say that I have not put my face in the sun for 25 years. Two weeks ago something must have happened to my skin pigmentation, and all those little freckles popped back onto my face. I guess they were always there, and must have just faded. Makes me look a bit like Anne of Green Gables. Or Tom Sawyer....
Interesting Chemo Fact No 1: Taxol is not chemical at all. It derives from the Pacific Yew tree. Now who thought to see if that tree had medical benefits?