Teenager Time – including a review of a “Balloon Baboon” handmade gift. (from Mad Mum of 7)
“I can’t ever be 100 per cent positive but I’m as certain as I can be – It’s a girl!”
I didn’t quite believe her, couldn’t quite trust my ears and during subsequent scans the inhabitant of my womb refused to co-operate by giving us a good shot of her lower regions to give me the second opinion I wanted so it was her birth-day before I could see the sonographer was right – it was a girl!
This baby, my daughter, the first of just two girls in our brood of 7 children, was 13 this week. Thirteen! How did that happen?
I wanted to make it a special day for her and was delighted when I was contacted by the lovely people at Balloon Baboon wondering if I would be interested in reviewing one of their unusual balloon-based gifts.
I had a peek at their website and was instantly hooked! You would not believe what these people can create from balloons! Flower bouquets, tiaras, cartoon characters, sculptures large and small. Amazing!
I asked if they could make my daughter a giraffe – she is mad about giraffes – and they came straight back to say they’d love to.
I told a few people about the surprise I had arranged- some looked a bit doubtful. I began to wonder if DD would be unimpressed. I had the original conversation with the balloon baboon people weeks ago and wondered if they would even remember her order.
To make her day complete my talented friend Jane had made her a fabulous penguin cake (another of her favourite creatures!) and we treated DD to a takeaway after a trip to school for parents evening!
It sounds an awful way to spend your birthday evening but all her teachers were so complimentary it was actually a pleasure and she came away even more smiley than usual – and that’s saying something!
Her turning teen treats continue this week with a sleepover with a family friend who is planning to spoil her with pampering treats, her favourite meal and a DVD then we are meeting up with her best friend who recently moved away for a shopping trip and lunch.
The celebrations finally end on Saturday night when she is having some friends over for pizza, popcorn, more sweets than you can shake a stick at and a Dr Who/Harry Potter marathon.
I look at my bright bubbly blonde daughter who is rapidly growing taller than me and can’t quite believe it has been 13 years since I first held her in my arms. Happy Birthday gorgeous girl- I love you.