The day he
was born was a spectacular spring day with sunblock and strappy dresses. I was wearing both when I got to the
hospital. I still had on the dress when
I gave birth.
Today he is four, the weather is amazing,
the dress is long gone but I still have his first Babygro and vest in his
Today he is four and I watch how his older
brothers interact with him, how they help him, how they play and rough house
but are careful (sometimes) and hold back a little.
Today he is four and he carries around an
old mobile phone and likes to call out for cappuccinos for me.
Today he is four and is fast losing the
baby softness of his hair. It is turning
into “boy hair” and I love it; the mess of it, the way it smells, even when it
needs to be washed. Particularly when it
needs to be washed!
Today he is four and tall for his age. He is fond of nose rubs and being
carried. He will hang on tight, wrapping
legs around my waist and tapping his hand on my shoulder blade. I love the feel of his wiry little body.
Today he is four and he counts a “good
knife” as one of his favourite toys. It is
just a regular butter knife that has been used to make muck balls so often now,
the handle is crooked. It is a huge
source of torment for Mister Husband when he grabs it from the drawer.
Today he is four and he loves to find
“lucky quarters” (must be said with a very strong American accent). He likes to talk. Boy, does he like to talk. There is no point asking him to give someone
else a chance, namely his parents, he just keeps going. Once he actually said, “But I like to
talk. I like to talk for hours.”
Today he is four and if it’s got wheels
he’s happy. Similarly he adores
raspberries. He eats these like
sweets. He loves a bath. He’s a tad fond of his mother, so much so
there is fierce competition between him and his almost 6 year old brother. Who still bears claw marks on his neck from
the last encounter.
Today he is four and there are no babies in
our house anymore.
Anymore. All gone. Baby free house.
The day has finally arrived, the one that
seemed so very far away, like Christmas; almost here but not close enough.
Our youngest is four and our oldest is
It has been four years since I last gave
And to mark this most special of fourth
birthdays I put a few questions to the birth day boy.
thought) 4! I am 4!
What is your
Big Hero 6!! (A movie about a robot!)
What is your
egg. (An actual game they play on the
trampoline. It involves someone curling
up and the other “players” jump so hard it “becomes too much” and the egg
cracks.” Ok then.)
What is your
favourite thing to do?
Lawnmower the grass with daddy.
your favourite holiday?
beach. Yeah, the beach!
your favourite place to go?
What is your
The pub! For ice-cream. (For the record he was only ever in a pub
once. For about fifteen minutes. And there wasn’t a bit of ice-cream in the
you like to go on holidays?
Not getting the lawnmower. And
cross words. (I’m beginning to notice a
What does your daddy work at?
He works in an office and has meetings.
What does your mammy do all day? Make dinners. Give Juno food. Make pancakes. (Basically I'm a feeder!)
would you buy if you had lots of money? A pig. I mean a toy pig! A money pig! That means you can put money in there.
are you really good at?
Sliding down the slide. Playing Xbox. I'm also good at hiding.
will you do on your happy birthday?
Play in the Blig Blue Barn.
And my water gun and splash it at the lads. Water some plants. But I won’t eat dinner. I will eat nana’s dinner. I like pink meat for dinner.
me something bad that happened to you.
I falled. And I have heart
attacks when the lads shock me with frights.
Happy birthday Brendan! The best boy in the whole wide world. Fact!