lost a few blog posts, including the last one on aniq’s birthday, thanks to some problem with wordpress and the server. sighs.
blogging is a somewhat emotionally taxing thing for me, and when i lose important posts like that, it really sucks. yet after so many times being let down by technology, i still never learn my lesson to BACK the eff UP.
sorry, aniq, if you ever get to read this blog and find that mummy lost this year’s post – mummy’s such an unreliable blogger. (and please pardon my french. yes, “the eff”, it’s french, bad french. really. don’t use it, ok.)
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we didn’t do a big birthday bash this time round, what with the holiday trip to bali and all (which he really enjoyed, btw – though, in all his four-year-oldness, he has no inkling that the holiday was in compensation for a big birthday bash).
what we did instead was do a typical cake-cutting and goody-bag-giving session with his friends in school. having a birthday at the end of the year means you’ve done this birthday routine more than a dozen times throughout the year, and well, practice makes perfect. his friends and him have it all down pat – the singing of birthday song, the posing for pictures, the thanking in unison. such a difference a year makes! last year when he first celebrated his birthday in school, the kids were all so… blur and clueless. now – cuteness personified.
EVIDENCE OF CUTENESS:
*note the boy beaming and kept asking if he could cut the cake, his sister beside him equally beaming.
*the sister in the midst happily licking away at the cupcake icing.
and having your birthday at the end of the year means having to wait for your turn. torturous when you’re seemingly forever having to tell people you’re three years old when you’re supposed to be four already. frustrating when it’s everyone else’s birthday – your friends’, your parents’ friend, your oma’s, even your own mother’s, but not yours, not yet. heck, i kinda remember that feeling.
so pardon me for that bit of momzilla moment i get when it comes to his birthday. mommy’s got a soft spot for december babies like herself. :p
his nursery class – K1 next year, gasp.
one of the few times we get to see the kids whose names we only know from the boy’s daily reports.
sugary treats from Simplycupcakes.
sugary hugs and kisses from the birthday boy.
you know it’s worth whatever little effort you put in to make them feel special, especially when they’re old enough to say “thank you mummy” and “i like mummy”. (i’m recalibrating that word “like” to “love” – understandably, the concept’s a little confusing for him at the moment, especially when barney says/sings the word ‘love’ in such a disposable, wimpy, babyish, and admittedly un-macho, manner. he’s getting there. “like is small, love is BIG”, i tell him. “ok lah, i LOVE mummy,” he says.)
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