Oh, don’t look at me, please! Don’t look at me. I am so terrible on this photo. But it just doesn’t matter. I have warned you about my possible appearance on the photos. Spookie!
What matters is this sweet heart, a new cookie, 6 days old Lazar. Isn’t he just perfect little boy? Of course he is. Just maybe……he is still too small and just a few steps away from the throne with his MAJESTY, the KING OF MY HEART, THE ONE AND ONLY…………well, you guess who it is…….PAVLE, PAVLE THE GREAT. While I was capturing this photo, Pavle was in front of the room and he was calling me :”Mamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamaamamammamamamamamamama….” (that is how he calles me, altough I am not his mom, OMG ❤ ❤ <3), without any intention of stopping. I guess that explains my stupid, terrified face expression. I didn’t want Pavle to think that the baby is my new pal, who took his privileged place. But on the other hand, baby is so sweeeeeeeeeeet, oh, I am melting………that is a kind of fragile balance I was afraid of.
I made a photo, acknowledged that I look like sh*t and ran outside. What else could I do? Except to ask Pavle does he want me to push him on the truck or another way around. There is a time, I will make many better photos of Lazar (when we send Pavle to kindergarten).
Just one more thing: Dear world, get ready for another AWESOME fella that will rock and roll, and run, and jump, and sing, and dance, and break hearts, and share the love and happiness. Welcome, little one! ❤ ❤ ❤
Sorry, sorry, we are jumping over the several weeks, but you will understand why.
This is my sister, Miss Fatty, Fatty. She is not actually fat, she is only pregnant. But she was thin for many, many years and I have to admit that I am totally delighted that she is finally fatter than me. (It has happed once more when she was pregnant for the first time, with Pavle). Now I had to hurry with this post, beacuse she will deliver the baby soon! Estimated term is 4th of July and we are looking forward to it. Pavle will get a baby brother! And goodbye Miss Fatty Fatty!
Look at her! She is so beautiful and happy! And me as well!
But it brings up another problem: Will I be able to be double-superhero-aunt to Pavle and to the baby? It is a great responsibility, you know. That job means a lot of stuff, for instance:
-eating exclusively with hands and encouraging Pavle to do it as well
-driving a teeny tiny car and forcing Pavle to push me beacuse the car is too slow
-making tents all around the house and hide
-speaking in a deeeeeep voice
-playing Pavle amazing music, totally inapropriate for kids
-letting Pavle explore the content of refrigerator and try everything he likes
-throwing all shampoos and shower gels in the bath an watching them slide (hilarious noise)
-playing guittar with Pavle (he is slightly better than me) and singing loudly
….and so on. I have to keep high standards in my aunt business. And make everyting double. Sound like a challenge! Who am I kidding? I am TOTALLY looking forward to expand my superhero work!
But new tips are always welcome!
P. S. Dear parents, aunts are NOT spoiling your children. Children need some safe spot where they can do all the stupid things fearlessly. And aunts need that as well. So it makes perfect match!
At 22nd of January, my nephew Pavle has celebrated his first birthday. So, as you can see, he is in the front of the photo, and I am behind the stage. We had a great time and so did he, but he only wanted to do things that he planned. He didn’t want us to disturb him with boring photos, so we hardly have any. And in each photo he looks ANGRY. He wanted to dance, climb up and go down the stairs, play with the fireplace (without fire, of course), do some funny things that everybody would clap at. And not to take some stupid photos. It is so funny for me to see so much attitude within such a small creature. But he has started to show it very early.
However, the party was good, cake was fine (shaped like an owl, for Pavle to be as clever as owl), he even succeeded to blow the candle. He was delighted and everybody was clapping, so he wanted to repeat that 100000 times. Happy birthday!
P.S. I have optimistically bought a package of birthday caps (you can spot one of them on the table). At the party I realized that most of the kids find it ridiculous, so it was only me and my sisters wearing them. Even Pavle looked at us with a kind of sad smile probably thinking:”Poor you, you have to wear that …thing.” And one boy (8 years old) told me :”I am not wearing that, I am not a small kid, you know.” Oh, excuse me! Total failure!