Six

• life

I am a terrible parent.

6yo has actually been 6 for a while. Doing the birthday post got lost in the shuffle partially due to general life busy-ness and mostly because his birthday celebration was quiet and laid back by his choice. We didn’t go anywhere as all he wanted was for his best friend to come over and play Skylanders. He had a couple of friends come over and they all played Skylanders. He apparently wants a Skylanders cake next birthday as we didn’t manage one this time round.

I was going to take a photo of his Skylanders collection to accompany this post but I didn’t want to take them out of their huge plastic bag to arrange them.

That’s how many we have.

And there may be more coming.

He has days more often than the other two, but maybe it’s because he’s the youngest. I think he’s very slowly understanding the concept of saving up for stuff, he wants to save his pocket money to buy iTunes cards and games and Skylanders (always the Skylanders), but sometimes as soon as he has the money he just wants to go out and buy the first toy he sees. He’s still saying things like “ambliance” (ambulance) and “spatchlia” (spatula) and “particliar” and “bumember” which I’m correcting as they come up but at the same time really don’t want to because it’s adorable. I’m sure he can read, but doesn’t because he’s lazy. He’s pretty good at maths like his brother.

He’s a really full on little handful and sometimes I wish he was quieter, but I wouldn’t change him. He is wonderful as he is.

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