I Have a Five Year Old

PB turned 5 on Saturday.  And he’s in the middle of a growth spurt.  Clothes that fit fine last week leave his wrists sticking out several inches.  My 5lb4oz baby’s a small boy who can put together legos and tell elaborate tales of adventure.  He’s starting to read and write.

I’m so proud of my Poka Bear, who won’t actually let me call him that anymore, but I still miss my baby.  And I feel old.

The birthday party went well.  Too bad he’s not allowed to inivte school friends.  The policy there is everybody of nobody and, as my house is small and it’s freezing out, that means nobody.  Poor kid.

I’m always nervous with the potentially explosive mix of family and friends we have all crowded together.  But somehow they all manage to bite their tongues and be nice for a few hours for my kids.

We ate cake out of a dump truck.  That’s right.  Really.  I served “dirt, mud and rocks” in the back of a huge Tonka.  It was much easier than last years Little Bear cake.  If not quite as cute as the year he had a track hoe digging a hole in his cake.  I’m not very good at the neat, pretty frosting thing so I get clever.  I’ve built cakes with foil rail road tracks.  I like making boy cakes, they like it if their cake can pass for a load of fill.  I managed a few flowers for J’s cake last year.  But I have no idea what to do for this year.

Oh yes, my littlest baby turns 2 exactly one month after my bigger baby turns 5.  Sigh.  They grow up to fast.  I blinked and suddenly there’s this little man in my house who thinks he doesn’t need my any more.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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