Four sure!

It only rolls around once a year, so you better milk it for all it's worth! Yes, this weekend marks the end of my birthday week and after days of festivities, France is returning to a normal life. People can 
now concentrate on Christmas - if they're not too tired.



It all started last Sunday. A soirée intime, even though it wasn't during the soirée and it wasn't intime. Some of my closest friends came to break cake. Dude, my Godfather, provided ample entertainment. Mama organized the games: fishing, some funny unwrapping game, " 1,2,3, soleil!", and other crazy things. Nickil and Gayatrie's mom, Solène brought jasmin for our hair and Nico built the train.




My closest school friend, Clara, came with her mom, and my good friends and ski buddies Clara and Robin came too.

Then, on Wednesday the 8th, mama and papa gave me my Hello Kitty trotinnette. Then I received this from my soul mate on the other side of the world!

And, because there's no school Wednesdays (Papa's work should see and learn) Matheiu, my maître from school, threw me a party in class! Corina baked a couple fo cakes and the whole class sang joyeuse anniversaire.



Yeap, getting older is never easy. And birthdays only come by once a year. Mine anyway. So you gotta make it last as long as you can. One week is okay for now, but soon it'll be a month. Look out Christmas, you've got competition!

Unsupervised at work? Check out more birthday snaps here: I wasn't born yesterday