Happy Birthday Julius

I can't believe Julius is five. FIVE. Five. Five. It's been such a hectic two months that this post is long overdue and actually he is already way more than that. Time seems to have that habit, or has been having that habit for the past five years.

I remember when Julius was born, and the older and wiser told be to savor every moment because all too soon he won't be a baby anymore. I'm glad to say that while getting more and more independent and strong he still enjoys a cuddle with äiti and baba. Handsome, cute and kind. But within this year he has become even more confident and is not afraid of defending himself. His sense of justice is beyond his years. If there is any incident at school he is not afraid to bring it out and confront the people doing wrong. For this I couldn't be more proud of him. I guess he is our little Mandela.

My sweet sweet Julius. I am so proud of you. Proud of the little man you are becoming. Proud of the confidence you are finding. You astonish me with you memories (of things that happened when you were two) and you incredible language skills. Your kindness and loving care makes my heart melt. Always stay strong, confident and kind. That combination doesn't come by very often. Rakastan sinua - äärettömän paljon.

He got the most amazing party with Aaron and Alex. (Hey, why not?) The boys didn't ask even once why are they sharing the party, and because the joined effort the party was all the more fun. Swimming, food, treasure hunt and cake. What else do you need???

it’s finally party time...J4

Julius turned 4 in August. And I am a horrible, but we only managed to organize a party for him October 26. But we managed, and I am lucky that 4 year old time concept is not very accurate yet. :)


He had been asking for a water balloon party, so that's exactly what we gave to him. True to my fashion, I don't do parties at home, so this time venue was at Afrikka (what the kids lovingly call the grandparents place). 

The day was a blast, we had bubbles, and a peaceful water balloon volleyball match that turned into a full blown fight because we had some sore losers ;). But I loved the fact that everyone was game, and didn’t sit on the side lines.

After we got everyone wet (except me of course, I was busy taking photos and eating salmiakki) we had a nice meal of grilled chicken and french fries. There was a nice lemon-vanilla cake made by Latifa and mandazi from our favorite street shop.

The party boy was over the moon with the attention and for the first time truly enjoyed being the birthday boy. The best gift turned out to be the IRONMAN shirt and pants - I guess he is truly becoming a big boy.