On Turning Five

First of all, who told my kid he was allowed to grow up & do big kid stuff like lose a tooth or start Kindergarten? I’d very much like to have that person drawn & quartered.

I posted this on my instagram feed yesterday, so I apologize if you’ve already seen it, but man. This kid.

So this happened in the last five years…

We spent yesterday at the children’s museum. We ended up buying a membership, because the boys had so much fun. His Super Hero Squad birthday party is on Saturday. He’s been asking whether it’s time for it since approximately June. All in all, he had a good birthday.

And he discovered today, THANKS TO HIS GIGI [NO REALLY, THANKS MOM] that he has another loose tooth. I’m willing to bet it will fall out before Kindergarten starts.

Happy Birthday, Kiddo.

You drive me crazy for sure, but you are so. stinking. smart. that it’s all in good fun, I think. You ask a bunch of questions & rarely do I have the answers you think I should, but like I said today, “I forgot. You’re five. You know everything.” You’re super excited about Kindergarten. Even though getting you registered has been a special kind of fiasco, it’s been worth it. I’m really grateful to your pre-school teacher for encouraging us to look in to a gifted program for you. And we could not be more proud of you.

You asked for a special breakfast yesterday. Normally, your Pop & I like to have you guys wake up with just us on the morning of your birthday. This year, you weren’t having it. You asked for four things: blueberry pancakes, bacon, apple juice, & your brother. I think it’s safe to say Bear is your very best friend. You were super excited that Pop put a D & a 5 in your pancakes.

Birthday pancakes for the win!

You love Super Hero Squad & other super hero TV shows. You constantly ask us if we can get cable back now, please, but you don’t pout too much when I tell you that’s not in our plans. You love computer time, you love swimming, and you like to be outside. You played soccer & tee ball this year. I don’t think either one of them was your favorite, but seeing you score your first goal & hit a ball thrown to you by your coach? That was a pretty special thing.

Thanks for making me a Mommy. Thank you for being worth every ache & pain I had while you were growing in my tummy. Thank you for being a bright spot in a bunch of dark things that have happened to our family in the past five years. Thank you for being oblivious to most of them. Thank you for your laugh & your smile & your encouragement. I love when you tell me, “You can do it, Mommy!” I don’t love it so much when you ignore me when I ask you not to use potty words.

Most of all, I love you. Keep growing. Keep learning. Keep loving to read & loving to do science experiments.

Happy Birthday.

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