The end of my bro's 13th birthday... Wow, it almost seems like a few months back that I saw one little wrinkled prune in the hospital and they told me that little prune was my brother. Hehe ... he's no longer a tiny prune but a strapping 5 foot 2-1/2 inch tall teenager. Bit freaky that.

Anyway ... in the evening, me, Mum and my bro went out to Chilis to have their Molten Chocolate Cake...both Mum and my bro were having it for the first time and they both loved it. He was totally devouring it!!!

People were calling today to wish him. All those who called asked to speak to him, which I really appreciated. I mean, it's possible he knows what they're calling for, but equally possible that he doesn't. It didn't matter to the callers; I just tell them that I'm putting the phone near his ear in a second, so please start talking then. And they do. He usually listens, and if it's someone he knows well, he replies back in his babbling way. And if it's someone he loves, he kisses the phone in an attempt to somehow pass on his love to them. So yeah ... to those who wished him, thank you for your wishes, and to those who spoke to him, thank you, for not treating him differently.

Love you my pumpkin ... Happy 13th Birthday :)