Happy birthday Finn. Three today. Such a lot has happened this past year. You are still living in Scotland with Bea and Mummy and Daddy. You have started going to pre-school playgroup for four mornings a week, although you also go to Hummingbird nursery two afternoons (and so does Bea).
You've been sleeping in a proper bed for ages but Bea has only just made the transition.
You still like tractors, Postman Pat, the Wiggles, Fireman Sam, Roary the racing car and lots of other characters.
Mealtimes are when you make life most difficult for yourself - woe betide the adult who puts your milk in the green cup not the blue one. In fact, not very long ago you had such a meltdown at tea-time that you went to bed with no supper. In the morning you told Mummy your tummy was poorly. She guessed it was because you were hungry, so you had toast and chocolate milk - breakfast in bed. After you'd eaten it you told her: "I've got my smile back now."
