This weekend Joe turned ten. Such a big milestone, going into double digits! I can't quite believe that my special little baby is a whole ten years old! As is tradition, I made him a chocolate cake smothered with as many sweets as possible. (It does give me a lovely feeling that both my boys shun shop bought cakes in favour of one made by me!) We had a lovely, quiet morning at home, just the four of us, and then all the grandparents (and one uncle!) came down in the afternoon and, as soon as it was dark, we had fireworks in the back garden.
We've never done fireworks at home before. Although Joe loves them, he is quite sensitive to noise so we've always felt that he would find a big, organised display too much to cope with. As it was, he had his ear defenders on in the garden, but it went really well and a good time was had by all.
(Today, of course, we've been learning about Guy Fawkes and the gunpowder plot, although Joe surprised me by knowing rather a lot about it already - courtesy of Horrible Histories!)