I'll sing you Six-oh (and Three-Oh)...

My Mum wanted to celebrate her 60th birthday with her children(Robert also turned 30) and G'children, so we took a wee trip to Bonny Snotland for a weekend of fun in the middle of November.

First stop- dinner at a lovely hotel restaurant near Troon. This was a real 'eat-out' meal, complete with dressing up and courses. Walter and I have taken the boys out to eat a few times, with consequences going from 'alright, I suppose' to 'disasterous'. Maybe it was the setting, or company, or alignment of the planets, but they were angels!

Apero time. Boys sitting nicely. We told Toby to whisper to us if he felt like he was about to 'go crazy'. He rather took to that idea, and a few times we took him for some exploring.

The Stockwells dining with aplomb!. Allie sat beside G'ma at the end of the table. Apparently, he didn't stop talking all night. I've noticed that when he's tired he starts talking and doesn't stop.

Sarah and John. :)

Marie-Claire, Robert and his birthday cake. Somewhere in the lights.
Usually, when Toby's tired, he starts getting more and more frenetic. This time he curled up on my knee and went to sleep. I think we've used up all our gos and won't ever be eating out again. Unless it's pizza on a park bench.

Walter and I went over to Jamie and Susan's new hoose. It came with a hot tub! In Scotland! Ha! It was the perfect opportunity to try it out for the first time, with the support of Jamie's daft brothers. Notice the lack of anyone else......

Ooooh I'm daft.
Daft times 3.

Sadly, I didn't get to see them get out.

Wee Archie.

I finally got to knab the wee bugger. There was stiff competition from his Auntie Sarah, Auntie Marie-Claire and Grandma. His poor mother got the occasional look-in.

I can also testify that he is a stunning redhead! He's started smiling, and would really give it some when he saw my Dad. We reckon it's the beard.
There was a very quick trip to Edinburgh, but no photies were taken.