Fireman PJ was on duty just in case the bbq got out of control. (That boy loves climbing ladders and being up high. It makes my heart stop and I am dreading the day he figures out how to get on the roof of the house. Or up a tree....)
After the bbq lunch, there was unwrapping of gifts. This one is from Nana and Grandpa. What can it be, PJ?
A Pirate Ship!!
Grandpa takes his grandparenting duties very seriously, and this includes major construction. This now lives in our backyard. I think we have to buy this house now, and live here for ever and ever, because I am not looking forward the day we need to move.
And do you think PJ might have liked it? He's the Captain!
And of course there were Pirate Crew on hand....Ahoy me hearties!!
And a pirate cake....
Made from this book. And because what I lack in parenting skills I try to make up for in baking, I over-achieved and made another cake for PJ's birthday-day at childcare.
Now I believe I have some First Mate duties to attend to! Arrggghhh!
*Ive been swotting up on Pirate lingo. Can ye land-lubbing scurvy bilge-rats tell?