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Of Balloons & Birthdays

28th June 2017

‘Happy Birthday, baby!’

‘Go to sleep, Mummy.’

‘Aren’t you excited?’

‘Sleeep, Mummy.’

Isla crawled into bed between us, then well, went back to sleep.

‘What time is it?’

‘Five o’clock.’

‘Well, shit.  G’night,’ I said.

Two hours later.  Stickers and balloons in bed.

‘What, no penguins?’ Isla asked.  ‘C’mon, guys!’

Her favourite thing of the early morning was a helium balloon that we bought in Inverness (more on that shopping trip later.  Because it was indeed a trip.)

Back to yesterday, or the night before.  We waited for Isla to go to bed before we drank beer and wrapped presents.  OK, I drank.  Neil wrapped.  I prefer gift bags.

‘Do we have to wrap each thing separately?  Isn’t that an American thing?’


Neil was saved by a neighbourish (people in our house!) who came over to helium Isla’s helium balloon.

We were all quite proud of the bright pink three floating around the kitchen.

And like I said it was Isla’s favourite thing yesterday morning.

Here she is hugging it.


Isla + balloon = 6.  Or something.

And then.

I was getting in the car with Isla and her 24 classroom birthday cupcakes.  (Store-bought.  Because printed allergen lists.  And also because I’m just that kinda mother.)


‘Dearest, don’t talk rubbish.  It’s in the kitchen.’

‘LOOK, MUMMY.  The trees.’

And sure enough, Isla’s new giant pink best friend was now above the trees.  Their relationship had been uncomplicated but short-lived.

And Neil bundled out of the house.

‘WHY didn’t you shut the door?  The balloon escaped.’

‘It’s in the kitchen,’ he said

‘LOOK.  It isn’t, though.’

‘Well, shit,’ he said. ‘ I guess the penguin weight didn’t weigh enough.’

Meanwhile, Isla was, well, like a kid who lost her balloon.  On her birthday.

‘PLEASE, get me ‘nother one, Mummy.’

‘I will, baby.  Might not be the same one, but I’ll find one.’

‘Don’t promise her.’

‘Listen, dude.  If I hafta go up and down this island to find our kid a birthday balloon on her birthday, I’ll do it.  I’d go back to Inverness, even.  Buckle up.’

We made the journey to Isla’s class party in bewildered silence.  How had the balloon let itself out of the house?’

We didn’t have to go all the way to Inverness.  We left a gift-shop in town with three weighted helium balloons.  No 3s.  So we bought three.

‘You know I’m gonna blog about this, right?’

‘I’m not gonna come out very well, am I?’

‘We shall see.  But we did find more balloons.’

We locked the new balloons in the living-room while we got ready for Isla’s party at the house.  We had a crew putting together Isla’s gift from all the grandparents, my sister-in-law made the cake from a box that I bought, for nostalgia reasons.

I tried not to eat all the crisps set out for the guests arriving after Isla returned from  nursery.

Isla got a trip to the ball-pit because the house wasn’t ready (No, really.)

Her friends arrived home before us, then we did the BIG REVEAL.  The new balloons were tied to her new house.  But the biggest hit was the door bell that actually works.

We sent Isla’s friends home hopped up on chocolate.  And I found myself eating Monster Munch from three different bags.

We managed to pry Isla away from her new house with the promise of extra chill out  time with her new books.  She went to bed, but not before she washed her new windows, while channelling Mary Tyler Moore.


Please note the effortless sponge-toss from the very happy 3 year-old.  Her three replacement balloons were tied to the roof.

And here is the sappy-yet-all-true Facebook note that I wrote at the end of it all:

Happy birthday to my truest love, my shadow, my tester, my friend, my monkey, my kid. Isla Madelyn, you are a gift. I shall spend my days reflecting all your love and awesome back to you. Thanks to everyone who celebrated Isla’s day with us, however you could. And thanks to Neil for being my pillow and my partner.

P.S.  I realise now I should have added: …and champion balloon-replacement-finder.  Because that’s a thing, too.

Thank you to Skye Walking Balloons and Carole’s Florist & Handmade Gifts  for helping us out of our various balloon-related jams.  You made a three year-old and her frazzled parents very happy!

Isla’s playhouse curtesy of all her grandparents and Cedar Summit.












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  • Reply Danni 28th June 2017 at 3:12 pm

    Like auntie could be any more in love ☺

  • Reply Lynsky 28th June 2017 at 3:15 pm

    Love this Dimps , just sat here but was actually in the car with you giving Neil a hard time, and knowing you would have that 3 balloon come hell or high water.
    Bless you Neil for making it happen . Love you loads xxx

    • Reply Lorna 28th June 2017 at 6:27 pm

      To the ends of the fecking earth. Love you, too. Wish you were here, but we’ll see you soon! xoxo

  • Reply A Girl and Her Passport 28th June 2017 at 3:22 pm

    That house is amazing!

    • Reply Lorna 28th June 2017 at 6:29 pm

      It is, a bit.

  • Reply Beth 28th June 2017 at 4:35 pm

    Aww, happy birthday Isla!! And I’m glad you found replacement balloons. At least you got one picture before the first one flew away!

    • Reply Lorna 28th June 2017 at 6:20 pm

      Maybe my favourite moment of the day. that photo. So my baby. Her wee face. <3

  • Reply charlottevwj 28th June 2017 at 4:59 pm

    Happy 3rd Birthday Isla! I like that math- Isla + Balloon = 6 lol

  • Reply becomingcliche 28th June 2017 at 6:10 pm

    Wow! Three years?!! I… wow.

    • Reply Lorna 28th June 2017 at 6:18 pm

      I know. Thought that would get people. Especially you, maybe, having followed along so long. I’m certainly having issues with her growing up. PS. I love you, BC(H)! I truly do, ha. xox

      • Reply becomingcliche 30th June 2017 at 6:04 pm

        I think we have no idea how fast time moves until we watch it pass in the face of a child we love.

  • Reply Sue - doddyaboutbooks 28th June 2017 at 8:23 pm

    That’s adorable!

  • Reply globalhousesitterX2 28th June 2017 at 8:31 pm

    Such fun, what birthday is complete without a drama 🙂

  • Reply The Indecisive Eejit 28th June 2017 at 9:10 pm

    The kids on my <3 list, cos she loves the penguins 🙂

    • Reply Lorna 28th June 2017 at 9:46 pm

      Please don’t forget the butterflies, Juls. 😉 x

  • Reply platformsandpacifiers 29th June 2017 at 8:34 pm

    AWE! Happy Birthday this is just so sweet!

  • Reply Coffee and Stuff – Gin & Lemonade 1st July 2017 at 5:02 pm

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  • Reply anhistorianabouttown 2nd July 2017 at 1:56 pm

    This is so cute! I was definitely one of those kids who became fixated on a certain something and then haaaaad to keep it forever and a day, lest the epic meltdown of the world occur. (They usually were super cheap, pointless toys- ie McDonalds toys- that really should not have incited the madness that they did!!)

  • Reply Lisa Orchard 2nd July 2017 at 1:56 pm

    The things we do for our kids! They deserve it, though. They really do! Very sweet post! Thanks for sharing with all of us!

  • Reply angelanoelauthor 2nd July 2017 at 8:21 pm

    Oh so sweet! That little house made me wish I was three again. I still love the idea of a tiny house to pretend all day and there’s never a need to wash the dishes. What a lovely story (and a very ambitious balloon escape!)

  • Reply fattymccupcakes 2nd July 2017 at 8:34 pm

    That last picture of her is absolutely darling!! I love this post (PS. Teachers LOVE store bought cupcakes, because they almost always are “safe” to eat. Rock being that mom, because it’s the best kind!)

  • Reply amindfultravellerblog 14th September 2017 at 11:14 am

    She is tooooo cute. And I love that sponge toss!!! 🙂

  • Reply Jennifer 14th September 2017 at 2:20 pm

    I love the look on her face! That is pure joy!

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