And now he is Six

Re-posted and tidied up. One of these days I’ll figure out this whole scheduling thing. One of these days.

I know that I posted this same poem back when Sonar X7 first became Sonar X6, but it is just so lovely and so perfect for becoming six that I can’t help but repeat it now that Sonar X5 is turning into Sonar X6. Are you confused yet? Don’t be. Someone had a birthday, a scrumptious someone. 

Here’s what he looked like when we brought him home on Christmas eve, six years ago. I know you all wanted to see the one where we put him under the tree like a package, with a bow on his head, but it turns out you can’t see the bow in the picture and he’s screaming and unhappy. Trust me when I tell you that this one is much cuter. And it features the hand-knitting that my luscious friends made for us. And tea. Because I love tea.  

Sonar X4Days 

He has grown, just a little bit, that pudgy little monkey, and now he is six. Let’s all have a collective sigh of relief that he has made it this far. 

A freshly minted Sonar X6 dressed up as Peter Pan playing soccer and pretending to be a cowboy 

“The End” from Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne

When I was one, I had just begun.

When I was Two, I was nearly new. 

When I was Three, I was hardly me. 

When I was Four, I was not much more. 

When I was Five, I was just alive. 

But now I am Six, I am clever as clever, 

So I think I’ll be Six now for ever and ever.