Now you are six

Little boy of mine.  Today you are six.  Never again to be five and you so often told me how you want to be five forever.  As you looked in the mirror this morning, you said ”I don’t even feel taller” and then proceeded to measure yourself against me, as you always do.  Indeed you have grown.

Little boy of mine.  You are much loved.  You are the perfect middle brother.  Loved and adored by your little brother, who is always asking “Where JC?”.  The best friend of your older brother.

Happy happy birthday, little boy of mine.

 

End of an era

When Quintus played his last match on Saturday, he also played his very last game in little league rugby. His very last match in that rugby jersey.
No more ‘Welpie” rugby for him. No more medal after every match. No more coach right on the field. Normal 15 man rugby. On the big big rugby field. It has gone too quickly.
We are all so very proud of their little team. They won all their games on Saturday. Against schools from the big cities. One of those school lost their very first match of the year against us. Go boys!

Jason did so well. They played their very first tackle rugby matches. So proud. He got in a couple of very good tackles and even though they lost, they did darn well. He enjoyed himself so much and in the end that is all that counts.

I had a lovely birthday. I got spoiled. Tommie bought me tripod that is just everything I want it to be. Perfect for the rugby. I could go on about it but if you don’t love photography like me, it might bore you! Quintus bought me the diamond ring I wanted. Jason bought me a box of chocolates that my hips didn’t need but I wanted. They wrote in a birthday card for me. Zander as well. My mom said his was saying “Love you Mammie” as he was ‘writing’. SO darn cute.

Today is my mom’s birthday. I was born just 3 hours too early to celebrate my birthday with her. I still think they should have lied on the birth certificate!
Happy birthday Mom. We are so thankful that you are our mom and Ouma.

 

Birthdays and such

I’m not one to really ask for things when it comes to my birthday….even Mother’s day (although I really would have liked something but got nothing)  It’s just that I appreciate the thought and what it is doesn’t really matter.

This is the very first birthday though, that I have made it clear that I want jewelry.  I also made it clear that I want something proper.  I have made comments and left hints all over, just to make sure that everyone Tommie knows what I want.

Last night we were driving home from my folks when we were talking about my birthday and how it falls over the weekend where there’s a big rugby get-together at a holiday resort.  The kids play rugby all day long against schools from other regions.  We decided to make a long weekend out of it.  It’s going to be so much fun.

Quintus said “I know what I’m going to get you for your birthday.  I know what you want”

Me:  “What?” (just wanna make sure Dad understands you see) “What are you getting me?”

Quintus:  “Can’t say!”

Me:  “I need to know!  Wanna make sure your dad you spend the money on what I really want”

Quintus:  “I can tell you that it comes in a little box that fits in your hand”  How completely prescious “And I know how much it costs too.  I will just need to get R400 extra then I can buy it for you.”

He was planning on taking his birthday money to buy me a ring.  Oh man that is so sweet.  Of course I told him that he can just pick me a flower out of the garden and I would be happy.  That he must not use his very own birthday money to buy me a gift.

His dad however must use whatever he can get to buy me my gift lol

 

8 years!

I have survived 8 years of parenting and Quintus has survived 8 years of my parenting. Good things happen all the time! ^_^

I think he had a very special day, starting with Zander carrying his birthday cupcake to him (tradition to wake up the birthday boy with a cupcake with a candle in) and ending with ice-cream & songs by the staff of the lodge where we are staying. It helps that he also got too much money, swam in the sea and had a mini birthday party with just us.

As is right and the way life should be, I learned a lot through parenting Quintus. He has also made it very easy for me. He can be very patient with my parenting style and mistakes. He sees me as the princess of the house and often tells me so.

I am very proud to be the one he calls Mom…..or Moekelaris.

Happy birthday Quinty. I hope that you have gone to sleep happy every night of your 8 years and known that you are loved by all of us.