When We Were Six

About to blow her birthday candles while having afternoon tea with her neighborhood fairy friends. My little girls says that's what fairies like to do. So that's how she wanted to celebrate turning another year older. 

Here's a poem by A.A. Milne dedicated to the our resident six year old.

When I was one I had just begun

When I was two I was nearly new

When I was three I was hardly me

When I was four I was not much more

When I was five I was just alive

But now I am six, I'm as clever as clever;

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

She's so much fun to have around, I do wish she would be six forever. I know it's not going to happen, but mamas imagine things like that occasionally.

When girls that age live with you, you'll have fairy wings fluttering all over the place.

Then a certain big brother and his cohorts will attempt to attack the fairies fluttering around with those wings!

But they are no match. February Birthday Girl told the rest of her winged friends: "Those are just guns. We are fairies! We have fairy powers!" 

Kaaaboooom! The fairies prevail. Oh, to be six years old. These days are so precious. They are to be relished, my dearest little girl. 

Peanuts and Philosophies

If you haven't already made plans to catch 9 Works Theatrical's production of You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown over at the RCBC Auditorium, I suggest you take the kiddoes along and do so.

I didn't know what to expect, only that it would be a welcome diversion for the boys. Call it a small window of opportunity or a desperate attempt on my part to expand their horizons.  Our one year anniversary from the time they firmly decided football would be king in our homes and in our lives is coming up.  They still wear jerseys at every chance they can get.  When they're not catching the games at the oddest times of times of the day on TV, or talking about who's being traded to what team or who's wearing the latest Mercurials,  they're on the field playing it.  They trained five out of seven days a few weeks ago.  I told you: crazy-obsessed.

Now back to the play. Surprise. Surprise. They loved it. They both sat at the edge of their seats laughing out loud at some point, I would have otherwise guessed they were watching Real Madrid clash with FC Barcelona. Ok, maybe not completely but it was good enough for all of us.

Mak and Tato were still talking about it days after.  Mak says the show is  not just funny it is really, really funny.  He's been asking when I'd be taking him to the next "episode".  He's also decided Happiness is the musical's best song.  Good choice.  Good times.  

Tato: Mama, Sally was so funny she kept changing her mind about her philosophy.  What's a philosophy anyway?

Me: It's asking questions and trying to find answers about things you don't know.  

Tato: Like what is good for me?

Me:  That's a  good one.  And if you don't know the answer to that right away, that's cool.  Many grownups don't even have the answer to that one. 

Tato: But I already know.  FOOTBALL. That's my philosophy: Football is good for us.  

Hmmm....

Human

Sorry, Brandon Flowers, you have nothing on us.  Tato covers Human and kills it.  Minus the trademark feathered shoulders of course. With special participation of musical director stage brother at the 24th second mark cueing "psst...cut the cord..." 

Human from Nana on Vimeo.

I kid.  I kid.  Giving the actual floor to the Killers.  Current favorite song over here.

We know what we'll be jamming to this weekend.  Thank God it's Friday.