I kind of feel like part of the cow/bunny/squirrel/pony community with spring approaching and I’m going to be giving birth when all of the new life is bursting forth. I envision all of the cute furry animals with their cute animal babies and then there I am too- with my cute furry boy baby. Too much time on my hands? Yeah, maybe.
My handsome boy turned 5 a few weeks back. Just a few days after Noe’s birthday. We had planned them separate parties, but they both came down with fevers, so I made a cake and let them blow out the candles and called it a day. They were happy. I was happy and the clean up was slim to none.
He will be starting kindergarten in the fall. He is very into kung foo and slowly getting over Thomas- which makes me a little sad. I love Thomas. Maybe a little too much. But I’m picky about my Thomas. I only like the ones in which George Carlin narrates. All the others are impostors.
He has a great imagination and is rarely here on earth. He doesn’t know limits yet and doesn’t care about who’s watching him or any of that sort of stuff. He’s totally uninhibited. I adore that about him. It makes for hilarious situations and he’s always great for a laugh- or a boob squeeze, which is his new thing. Squeezing my boobs. Not so cute, but it’s just an example of him doing whatever he’s thinking about at the second.
If I ask him to do something for me, he either jumps to it or tries to explain that “boys don’t do that.” Like clean up the toys- “boys don’t do that.” Eat your mashed potatoes- “boys don’t like mashed potatoes.”
He’s very excited about having a brother. I’m excited for him to have a brother. Happy Birthday to my handsome, beautiful, super fun, son. xoxo.
by Amy
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