My baby's birthday!

Can I still call my baby boy, 'baby' now he's 30? Yes, he really is 30 today and I really can't believe that my little baby is that old. He still looks so young, but he is my rock and looks after his old mother so well with his common sense and kind heart.
It doesn't seem that long ago when the midwife put him in the sluice room with taps running to try and stop him crying his head off while they were stitching me up and tonight he is singing his head off on stage in Liverpool on one of their tour stops.
Damn I adore that boy! Even if he did say my singing hasn't improved after I sang happy birthday down the phone to him while standing outside Lakeside Primark all on my own, as I had lost Julie.
I had a few 'admiring' glances in my direction!

Actually today was a hell of a lot better than yesterday thank goodness. Mother seemed alright and she was smiling a lot, although that could be the drugs! Her sore tummy looks a lot calmer after four doses of that anti fungal cream and I have got into the swing of nursie mode now I know what I am doing. My sister has decided that we should get the rest of the family to help, but as I seem to be the one playing nurse, I'm not a hundred percent why she is jumping up and down!? Playing big sister knows best I guess.

Lakeside was quite tiring. I managed to push myself around Primark, though I had to take a couple of breaks and just sit in my wheelchair in the middle of the aisles until Julie came and rescued me and pushed me around. Got some nice bargains and some bits that have got to go back to M&S, but no mirror for my hallway which was why I really went.
Finished off the day with a trip to the cinema to watch 'Lord of the dance' in 3D with the girls, our contribution to Saint Patricks day.
I think tomorrow will have to be a rest day as already I can feel I'm flagging some what.
Happy birthday my baby. Love you lots x

Lots of love Debbie x