Extended Birthday

Scissors, paper, rock outside piano lessons!

We had no time for birthday frivolity yesterday as we headed straight to piano lessons after school and then soccer training..... so... even though it's a school morning and total madness... we are putting in a serious session on the new X Box this morning, before school. Sorry to cut and run.. I promise something pretty tomorrow. This post is living proof that I really make every post up on the spot first thing in the morning!

When I Grow Up....

At Grans

"When I grow up, I want to be a little boy".  ~ Joseph Heller, Something Happened, 1974

My 'little boy' is now 13 years old. My eldest is a teenager! ..... we stand eye to eye (which isn't hard as I am a shortie). 13 years have gone in the blink of an eye.

He is a gorgeous young man... kind, compassionate, insightful, funny, eloquent, bright as a button, athletic, musical and handsome! I am so so blessed to be your Mum, my darling 'Brynley'... you are more than I ever imagined I would receive in a son. I look forward to being your Mum through everything that life throws at you. I will be there, when you need me, 'til the day I die.
I love you my beautiful boy.

Crook

Remember this? I posted this picture of my little one, almost 2 years ago now, just after we had moved into the house. He had been in bed, crook for days. He finally got up and about and I found him there, sitting enjoying the sunset.

That's how long it has been since he has been sick! ... almost 2 years. We've had a rough couple of days. I have literally cried with the discomfort and fear he has experienced. He has not been out of my arms. Oh motherhood hurts sometimes. He rallied yesterday afternoon and the relief I felt was overwhelming. He's still just as tiny as that photo and oh so skinny. So skinny :(

Hopefully he will feel well enough tonight to be my barrel boy and draw the winners of my giveaway.
You can still enter. It's a few posts down... the 'shed' post.

I think I am glad it is Friday!

New Things

Little one came home from school yesterday clutching a tiny violin. He's learning violin this year, with all his little friends, as part of the school strings program.

"I know you sort of know how to play Mum but I can ONLY learn off my teacher, no-one else".

Right. Got it.

He's a bit frustrated as they don't get their bows until next term..... so they are only plucking the strings at this stage. They haven't learnt anything yet, just how to hold it and pluck any string... but that hasn't stopped him furiously practising every moment he can.

Heading out the door last night, he had his violin with him. "Sweetheart, why have you got your violin, your lesson isn't until next Monday?". "Muuum, I have to practise". Big brother looked at me and smiled the biggest smile, which I knew meant, "isn't he gorgeous Mum!"

.... oh my heart.