A bit about being Five

To my dear Logie-Boy,

In some years from now you will look back and read my thoughts.  My goal is to give you as much information about who you were as five-year old.    

This year is marked with an air of celebration and excitement.  For the past week and a half we have been counting down the sleeps not only to your birthday, but also to your birthday party!  At this moment in time, the party is much more important that the actual day, I even dare say the party is more important than the presents!  Mom being both practical and a little selfish wants your party to be about you and only you – none of the general celebration of today.  So maybe next year I will spare you the wait and do the party before the day :)

You have become very wise in the past year, you have learnt to use the word patient, mainly when it suits you and I can only hope you will treasure the true meaning in your years to come. 

You have opened your heart.  You have learnt to love!  My hearts desire has always been for you to have a father figure that can carry and guide you.  Over the past 10 months, I can honestly say you have learnt to trust Uncle Kobus, as much as you trust me.  Over and above a father figure you have found a brother.  My hopes and dreams are that you will both fulfill the role of brother for each other! 

This year you have agreed to us all getting married.  In your mind it will be a four-way commitment, like I said, kind of wise aren’t you.  You have also decided that it will be a good idea for “us” to have a baby afterwards.  However as much as I would like to leave the naming of the child to you, my fear of having a child named Ody or Garfield is far too great!

You have started drawing words for me, however all I seemed to get are H’s and Ps and an A every now and then.  Your drawings are awesome and you love pre-empting things as follow:  “Mommy, are you so very proud of me?”. 

You have grown very fond of the word hey and at the moment nearly every sentence is followed by the word hey:  “I am your special boy, hey?”                                                           

You are quite amazing when you speak Afrikaans!  Even more so when you speak to the dogs, in Afrikaans because they don’t understand English!  You cried when your fish died, after not feeding them for goodness know how long.  You were committed to posing next to the calf, even when your hiden fears were not hidden so well :)

You are a light in my life and you have sparked a love in me that I was completely unaware of.  You are my special boy and I am so proud to be called your mom!

Happy birthday my Big Boy!




the way a Birthdays should be celebrated!

Before writing the horribly sarcastic tweet yesterday afternoon, which happens to form the base of my password related post of yesterday (relating to my current employment or lack thereof), I was planning on writing about the superb weekend I had:

Tuesday was my birthday, which in turn points to the fact that Kobus did every single little (and big) thing to make this the most memorable birthday I have ever had.  And he succeeded!

On Sunday he arranged with my two best friends to take me out for breakfast.  While I was gossiping away, Kobus and Best-friend’s husband made salads and set up for a surprise birthday braai.  The afternoon was spent sipping wine, playing 30 seconds, munching away on delicious food.  Generally we were enjoying and celebrating friendships, relationships and my birthday.

Kobus and I planned to view a couple of wedding venues on the Monday and Tuesday, but Kobus couldn’t take leave in the end.  This would be a horrible-horrible reason to cancel my leave, so instead I non-rested and painted the streets red while shopping, browsing and brain-storming.

The morning of my birthday I was woken up by Kobus and Logan singing happy birthday.  Logan was super excited to give me my presents (which he managed to keep a secret from me for the first time in his little life).  Kobus had helped Logan by dotting the lines where Logan needed to write his wishes to me.  I haven’t been a very sentimental person in the past couple of years but I am definitely going back to my routs!!

Because I was alone during the day, Kobus arranged for me to do my nails right after the hair appointment I had previously scheduled.  I had lunch with a friend and a slight twist in events landed me having an interview on my birthday!  Sadly my interviewee didn’t even notice and did not point it out! :p    ‘

The evening was an adults only evening and a dinner reservation was made at Pachas Restaurant!

Logan has grasped a couple of concepts.

Logan understands that we have a storage unit.  It took a while for him to understand that we weren’t giving things away but that we were just storing it.  One of the things we placed in the storage unit is a blow up swimming pool.  We needed to explain to Logan that the storage unit is for things we do not need right now and or for things we do not use every day, but things that we will use in the future.  For example his swimming pool: we cannot use it right now, because it is winter and too cold to swim. 

He does understands that this means as soon as it is summer we will go and fetch the swimming pool. 

However, what he does not understand, is the concept of time.  He realises that is it becoming warmer – of  course with exception of today (probably more this entre week).  He understands the concept of seasons.  Yet for him, because it is starting to feel like summer and it is also time to fetch the swimming pool.

I have done one or two things to facilitate the countdown to summer:  Thing One and this was fairly easy, is to use my birthday as a milestone.  My birthday is on the 31st of August, which marks the end of winter and the beginning of spring.  So I told Logan that it is first going to be Mom’s birthday and after my birthday it will be the beginning of summer.  Thing Two, was to make him aware that he will need to start wearing shorts* over the weekends during the day when it is a bit warmer.   

Let’s recap:

  1. We have a storage unit
  2. We are counting down to Summer
  3. Which happens to be close to Mom’s birthday
  4. We thinking of Mom’s birthday a lot. 
  5. Especially Mom!

* Logan use to battle a hell of a lot with the transition between winter and summer.  He refused to wear shorts to school and he refused to take off his jumper in the afternoons, even thought the sweat would drip off him!