Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Happy Birthday, Guerro Matero!!
February 3rd – Matero’s 4th birthday! This morning before the boys were even dressed, Kathy brought over Morgan and Wyatt – the birthday monsters – and they wished Matero a happy birthday with an awesome book called The Birthday Monsters and fancy presents. He loved it and soaked It all up. At one point, he said ‘Today I’m the birthday (prounounced beethday) boy. Then Merle took the boys downtown to pick up the piniata that a lady made especially for us. It was a colorful star and beautiful! Then when Merle got back, we took our piniata and our food and games and went to the beach where we set up our pot luck tables (Merle’s kayak, rocks and other non-table objects) and prepared for our guests – 30 all together. The kids had a great day on the beach, doing scavenger hunting and chasing and racing and catching crabs. A couple of older boys found coconuts and brought them back to the party and Scott macheted them open and we ate the sweet meat. It was excellent. The piniata was full of good stuff, and Matero took a few good wacks at it before passing the piniata stick along. And several children later, Shandro had a crack at it and busted it to smithereens! The food for the pot luck was amazing! I was actually surprised that Matero picked a pot luck. We told him he could have any kind of dinner he wanted – at a restaurant, or on our boat, and he chose a pot luck. And it couldn’t have been better, Cheetos (at his request) and all! We topped it off with two fires on the beach (a small kids fire and a big fire too) and just after we sang happy birthday to Matero and dug into his coconut cake, we watched the fireworks across the bay! Way cool! So now he is four. And we were explaining to Shandro how Matero has actually just completed his fourth year and that tomorrow is the first day of his 5th year alive here on earth, and Shandro didn’t understand how Matero could skip a year, just like that. A good day all around. Only a few people Matero wanted to have there who were back in Canada. Grandmas and Grandpas and aunties and uncles and cousins. It’s nice that he still thinks of them, even tho our communications have been infrequent.