It was Ava’s 2nd birthday party on Saturday, 10th December. This year I’d done a lot of things differently to the previous year and had managed to spend only a third of what I’d spent on her party from last year and have more children at this party. But of course by Friday I was a stress ball – it was pouring with rain with more of the same predicted for Saturday and there had been the usual flurry of cancellations in the week leading up to the party, after I’d already paid for everything! GRRR!

Being a naturally anxious person, by Saturday morning my stomach was literally eating itself and my hands were hurting from wringing them from all the anxiety. Add to that, we’d had a terrible night with Ava the night before, I can only assume that all the talk of how it was her birthday and she was having a party with balloons and cakes and everything had got her so excited that she woke up 3 times on Friday night, something she hasn’t done since before she was 3 months old, and you can imagine, I was one overwrought mamma. But I needn’t have worried.

Upsy Daisy lost her dreads…