I received some wonderful gifts for Reid's birthday. However, I will only subject you to my amateur photographic efforts for two of them because while they brought me so much comfort they also had an unexpected side effect.
Lareina gave me a sculpture from Midnight Orange.
I bought myself a present, one of Merry's dragons. (Merry also sent me a gift, but the hot water bottle and cover are not nearly as cute and they arrived together so really it was one big box of gifts.) Gaffer is as cute in person as he is in pictures, but since you are not here, you'll have to settle for a picture:
Now both these presents arrived swaddled in bubble wrap so that they could survive international shipping. When I unwrapped them, I made the mistake of leaving the bubble wrap on the kitchen counter. And what do you do with bubble wrap when you are a kid (or a daddy)? You pop it, of course. And now I have addict on my hands:
D will literally sit there popping bubble wrap for 15 minutes at a time. She will turn down offers to do her favorite activities, reading a story and playing ponies, in favour of popping bubbles. I had hoped to save some of the extra wrap for mailing my own parcels but it looks like it will all be sacrificed to the popping monster.