Diggs turned 6 towards the end of May. Being the good mother that I am, I have not
made time had time to sit down and write about the event. (In all fairness, I did have valid reasons for not posting this sooner: I had finals one week, his birthday party (round one) the following week, end of school stuff for Diggs, my scholarship/awards banquet dinner Wednesday night, and then we drove to California the very next morning. *sigh*)
Anyways, back to Diggs turning 6. As you can see for yourself, he thinks very highly of himself.
["Its my birthday! I am a star!" And a lovely cake with the number six on top because, after all, “6-year-olds are the coolest kids ever.” (I can’t wait to see what we are in for next year.)]
He got to have a “boy” party and invite a few friends to Makutu’s Island. All the boys had fun, but hands down the highlight was getting to see Tate again. (Tate changed schools shortly after the beginning of last year’s school year. I was surprised by how much they could remember about each other (they’re favorite character, favorite color, etc) even though they hadn’t seen each other for 9+ months. Surely I must have already forgotten how 6-year-olds are the coolest kids ever.)
Diggs had begged us for months for a pet fish.
Let’s just say that
I we don’t do animals (perhaps the Pollocks have enough animals for both of our families?), so I would use any excuse to postpone adding an animal to our bunch. “Ooohhh, that sounds like fun. Maybe we should wait until your birthday.”
Quickly the request shifted from wanting a fish to wanting a crab. He ended up hitting the jackpot this year and got both; a crab from us and a fish from a friend.
Meet Nacos (rhymes with tacos) the Crab.
And Batman the Beta (sorry, no pics of Batman - imagine a black beta fish with bulgy eyes).----------
Unfortunately, WE (still) aren’t pet people.
Batman survived a little over a week before he went belly up.
Nacos died the following day.
Have I mentioned we are not pet people?