But Hatty's birthday - her seventh - fell at the end of the month, so family celebration of the two milestones rolled together into last Sunday. The usual 'lots of food and drink and all round our house' kind of affair that seems to have become the done thing, with us - again - breaking the record for the number of people we crammed into the front room. Twenty-seven. There seems to be no limit to this annual event's aspirations.
So... fourteen bundles of energetic screamshriek for two hours, bouncing the crap out of themselves on trampolines and giggling their way through tea in falsetto. I think it would have been much funnier to try this the other way round but it's not allowed, apparently.
July will be a normal month in our house.