Brodie was pretty chuffed that his ninth birthday fell within the great snow of 2018. A long weekend thanks to school closures cheered his little nine year old heart.
It was always the plan for him to have a small party at home with school friends so that's exactly what we did. We managed to get supplies from local shops so didn't need to venture far from home.
His friends came round and they had a snowball battle in the garden. When they got a bit cold they came inside and carried on with Nerf guns in the shooting gallery Greig had constructed in the upstairs hallway.
I only have a few pictures because I didn't venture into either combat situation. I was happy to busy myself getting the food ready and finding radiator space for all the wet gear. It really was a great lesson in what kids actually want to do at a party - hang out with friends, eat party food, hang out some more. SImple is indeed often best. Not that I can promise a foot of snow every year.
Nine is lovely. Nine is not a little kid anymore he tells me. But nine is still happy to hold my hand when we walk and chat and definitely still happy to cuddle up on the sofa. Nine is sometimes wanting to be a bit more grown up and still playing Pokemon make believe games with your whole self in. Nine is wearing your Kylo Ren jacket everywhere you go and playing the role of Cat Boy with your baby brother without complaint. NIne is friends and cool things and Lego and books. Nine is technology and big questions and football and tying your own laces. Nine is Danger Mouse and Inspector Gadget. Nine is being able to see echoes of the baby you were and traces of the boy ahead. Nine is baby steps towards independence. Nine is just a fleeting stage like all the others, nine is exactly where you need to be.