He did not have a name either. I always knew he was going to be a boy and I loved the name Nicholas. John wanted to call him James as Nicholas would "always become Nicky". I got my way after about 10 days (yeah) on condition that "no one was ever allowed to call him Nicky". Well I think he was only called Nicky once and that aunt got such a roasting that it never happened again.
Nicholas James - 8 October 1989 - 4 years old
1. Breathing in deeply and blowing out the candles before they could be lit.
2. Holding the knife, insisting on cutting the cake and asking "Aww please Mom, I really need two"
3. Holding his two pieces, weighing them carefully and thinking "Do I really want them both?"
Early signs of weighing the scales of justice
During this blurry time I have one very clear memory and that is fixed in my mind forever. Nic was about 5 weeks old. Gareth went off to playschool with his Oupa and Nic woke for his mid-morning feed. The house was quiet and I went to sit in the lounge to feed him. It was in the middle of the feed that he stopped abruptly and pulled his head away, he looked deeply (and seriously) into my eyes and then gave me his first really true smile. It was a smile that lit up his bright blue eyes and his one sided dimple deepen. I smiled back with tears filling my eyes and hugged him very tightly. At that very moment I knew that I had just fallen in love.
Happy Birthday Nicholas James. You are so special to so many, especially me.
In case you don't know below is Nic today. I have spent the whole weekend searching for the baby picture of him sporting his first "gremlin face" to put next to this one, but I think he has stolen it from me!!
Lucky I did not get this as my first smile!!