We've a bit of a breather today - it's the last of the spate of public holidays we've been enjoying. Yesterday felt a bit like a one-day week (very manageable); but then today feels like a one-day weekend (a lot less favourable).

On Sunday we had a little birthday party for Daniel. His birthday was atually last Tuesday, the 20th. Though in fact it was Easter Sunday that had me really re-living his birth, as he was born on Easter Sunday last year. We had planned to have both of our parents, along with some friends visiting Peter's, for Easter Sunday lunch. I woke at 5am feeling some pretty strong contractions, and by around 7 or 8 it was clear we weren't going to make it to church that Easter. Once my parents had arrived, we had the kids Easter egg hunt in the garden. The bit of video we took of the hunt has a few clips of me in the background leaning casually against a tree during contractions. We headed to the hospital at 11am and Daniel was born at 2pm. Back at home the lunch was still happening without us, and we phoned them with the news of their new grandson as they were starting on dessert.

Easter Sunday will always hold a special memory for me.

It was weird thinking this will be last time we celebrate a member of the family turning one.

Daniel had an eye-patchless day, it being his party. It occurred to me we could have had a pirate-party, and given everyone an eye-patch.

Daniel had a lovely time. We discovered he really (really, really) likes smarties, and he really (really, really) doesn't like jelly tots. He was more interested in the box of matches than the cake. At least we remembered to make a cake. We're getting this parenting thing down. For Robyn's first birthday celebration, it didn't even occur to us to make a cake. And for her second, we made the cake, only to forget to bring it out until all the guests had left, except for the grandparents.

Speaking of eye patches, our opthalmologist has decided we need to go ahead with the Botox injection. It's been approved by the medical aid, and now it's just a case of scheduling the operation with the doctor, which I'll be doing tomorrow. Last time we discussed it he said it had around a 70% success rate. I'm trying not to think about the implications if we're in the 30%.