I’m trying really hard not to tear up as I write this, but somehow, I don’t think it will work.

Butter is six today. He now needs two hands to show people hold old he is. In a month, he starts first grade. It’s the first birthday since his birth day that he’s woken up away from home.

Oh, Butter. How you’ve grown since last year. Not only in stature [I’m convinced you’ll be taller than me before you hit double digits], but in knowledge, in courage, in discipline, & in faith. You still love to read. You played soccer & tee ball again this year, & started your most favorite activity to date – karate. You lost five teeth over the course of Kindergarten.  You were so proud the day you lost a tooth in school & got to come home with a special necklace housing that lost tooth.

You love, love, love Ben 10 [much to Mommy’s chagrin] & the Power Rangers. You love to play Wild Kratts with your brother. He still looks at you like you hung the moon, by the way. I think you think LEGOs are just about the best things ever, even though Mommy typically ends up building your sets with a little assistance, not the other way around. You’ve spent the last year pushing buttons, but that’s okay. You’re a kid & that’s what kids do. Maybe just go easy on Mommy & Pop on the number of buttons you push in a single day? We’d appreciate it.

You’ve learned the art of sleeping in this year. I think your love of sleep rivals mine & there are definitely days when I’m envious of how much sleep you get vs how much sleep I get. I think it’s pretty darn adorable that you complain that your brother won’t let you sleep in because he’s been doing that to us for the past three & a half years, dude.

We can’t wait to see what Year Six brings you. Keep on keepin’ on, Butter. You’re a rock star in the eyes of your parents & we love you more than you could ever imagine.

Waiting for the 4th of July parade to start.
Making silly faces at VBS.


I turned thirty on Monday.

And I don’t feel any different. My husband keeps reiterating that this is the best decade of my life.

Nothing has really changed. I didn’t wake up & magically feel like an adult. (Please, don’t tell me I’m the only person who feels like a kid playing grown up most days.) I did actually notice the lines around my eyes. And the horrible bags on Tuesday. But those might be from working too much & sleeping too little.

I mean, other than entering my fourth decade of life (do the math), nothing feels different. Is it supposed to? Was I supposed to wake up a new person or with a new perspective? Because I didn’t. In fact, I think most days I probably feel way older than my age. I’ve been through a heck of a lot, my FAMILY has been through a heck of a lot, in just the past five years.

Maybe what I’m trying to articulate (poorly) is that I’m looking forward to a quiet decade. That would be nice. I’d like to add more money to my 401k (WHEN DID I BECOME OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A 401k!?). Maybe remodel our kitchen or bathroom eventually. Read some more books, hang out with my kids, go on a vacation with my husband.

And I’d love to nominate myself for oldest 30 year old ever. Can I do that?

It was a good day, though. I worked & took Butter to karate & we had dinner at Hibachi.

How do you celebrate birthdays?

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.