Formerly 'Rambling with a cantankerous old mule"
Today it’s my little niece Tahila’s birthday. She’s eight. She’s loud; a pocket rocket; a handful; a real drama queen. This holiday she made a new little friend, Amy, who came around to play ever other day.
When they first met I heard Amy turn to her mom and whisper, “Mommy, what’s her name? Tequila?”
As I’ve mentioned once before, I don’t know where a name like that would come in handy, apart from if she worked in a bar one day. “Another Tequila, Tequila,” the patrons would ask, and then giggle themselves into an inebriated heap.
One morning Amy and Tahila were building a puzzle with Tahila’s teenage sister. After repeatedly asking Tahila to “please keep quiet,” she eventually asked the teen agitatedly, “Does she ever stop singing? How do you live with this?”
I haven’t blogged about Tahila often but here are some observations from the last few years:
December 29, 2010: My niece, overheard having a conversation with a six-year-old and four-year-old over dinner the other night about boys they liked … Tahila: “I love Ryan, and want to marry him.” Jocelyn: “You know he has to love God if you want to marry him, right?” Tahila: “He does love God. And he loves zombies!” Enough said…
January 2011, on holiday at the coast: Tahila asked if her grandfather would take her fishing, so that she could catch a pet fish to take home with her. Off they went later that day on their great adventure. Unfortunately, it was a mostly-unsuccessful expedition because, according to her, “there just weren’t any fish left in the sea”. If there had been she clearly would have caught one! She also left her grandpa to do most of the fishing as she dug for treasure, collected sea snails to throw into the water and ran rings around him.
One day, while driving with her mom, and with no warning, she suddenly started crying – the tears practically jumping out of her eyes. Why? Because of her arms. “No one will ever love me and want to marry me with such hairy arms,” she wailed. This blonde wild child wears her feelings on her sleeve, is definitely a handful, but is at least living life large. I don’t know what career path she’ll take one day, but something tells me she won’t be an accountant, librarian or civil servant…
Herewith some photos of the birthday girl from a few weeks back while on holiday in the Cape.