|Ever the lover of technology, Ari can navigate my iPad like a born|
geek. Here you see him doing just that at the local University student
Born at exactly 9am on Monday the 27th of October, 2008.
Ari was our 'last shot at a girl', and we absolutely gave it the best shot we could. The Grumpy Old Man and I had each our own supplement to take, as well as a particular diet and exercise plan to follow. We even made our 'attempts' on particular days of my cycle, both with and with protection. We did it all!
And when he was born, he had the biggest pair of testicles you've ever seen on a boy child. In fact, he also had three long, red pubes as well, I kid you not. This boy was and remains a testosterone machine!
You don't always get what you ask for, but you always get what you need. Ari has been a bright shining star in the midst of our family. He makes us all smile. He is determined, ambitious, endlessly affectionate and bold as brass. He doesn't walk across a room like any other small child; he strides with arms swinging like a tin soldier.
Ari loves music. Most especially, he loves to be serenaded. Whenever he is upset, the quickest, most effective way to calm him down is to sing to him. His all-time favourite songs remain 'Twinkle, Twinkle, little star' and 'The Rainbow Song' - which he calls the 'The Red Song'.
He is the world's most enthusiastic Doctor Who fan (well, certainly in the preschool category). While other children ask to watch The Wiggles, he demands The Doctor. In fact, he will tell you he is The Doctor. If you ask him what the 'blue box' is, he'll tell you it's the TARDIS. He usually carries some likeness of either The TARDIS or a sonic screwdriver with him anywhere he goes.
Ari is no fan of vegetables. Only recently did his brother Lukas convince him to eat some baby spinach by telling him it was 'apple'. Ari ate the spinach and said he liked it, but only as long as it was called 'apple'.
Ari's language is much clearer than that of his brothers at the same age, but he still has some quirky uses of language which we will no doubt adopt as part of our family tongue (we say neep instead of sleep thanks to Erik, moot instead of milk thanks to Lukas and dipsit instead of biscuit thanks to Bryn). Ari doesn't refer to his clothes as clothes, but calls them 'dress', so when he wanted to put clothes on or take them off he'll say, 'I want my dress on/off'. Perhaps this is his concession to not having been born a girl...
None of my children have ever gone to three year old kinder, but I am seriously considering sending Ari. Being the youngest of four boys in a very loud household, he is used to being as loud and as bold as any one of us. Ari can hold his own in any tussle with his bigger brothers and is often heard telling them, 'You go to bed, Erik!' or 'You go your room, Bryn-ar!' He can be as rough and tumble as he can be affection - on both scores, that would very! And so, I'm wondering if a little time each week with smaller children, where he will have to learn to be more gentle, or even where he won't be the smallest in the room, might not do him any harm, and could possibly do him a lot of good!
Speaking of size... Because he was born weighing only 6lb 1oz (2.7kg) at 41.5 weeks gestation, I have always been a bit preoccupied with his height and weight. My other babies were 10, 9, and 8lb 12oz respectively and so, to me, he was very little. In the first couple of years of his life, he hung around the 10th percentile, but I'm pleased to say that at 92cm tall and 12.7kg, Ari is now around the 25th percentile! In the last couple of months he seems to have really shot up and it is great to see!
So, Happy Third Birthday darling boy! You're our little Swishy. Our one and only Arius Barius Boy. The last three years with you have been sheer joy! You are feisty and sensitive all bundled into a little boy now. We hope you really love being three! Love from Daddy, Mamma, Erit, Luey and Bryn-ar (as you call us) xxxxx