five.

He turned five on the tenth. I'm very late in getting a birthday post up. Late is just how I roll these days.
But better late than never.

We celebrated on his birthday, the next weekend at my parents house, and then he just had his birthday party with friends on Sunday. Needless to say he has a ton of gifts now. A ton of gifts right after Christmas. (Makes me glad I have a summer birthday.)

FIVE

You love to sing

You love to be silly

You go running to greet your dad when he gets home from work (just like Maggie used to do :)

You love school

You love to have books read to you at night

You love to write words and numbers

You have great handwriting for your age

You are smart!

You are fiercely stubborn

You can play with two pencils for hours, pretending they are people with their own little lives

You are creative

You like to paint

You have a ton of toys and yet never play with the same thing for very long. Always changing it up

You love to come into our room and night and ask me to sleep in your bed

You love popsicles, ice cream with Magic Shell, homemade mac and cheese, broccoli, salad with blue cheese dressing, Goldfish, chips, and Chipoltle

You love knock-knock jokes

You have the best laugh ever

You love your blanket with the bear on it

You love your "extra" jammies

And you are loved to the moon and back.

Happy Birthday, Max.

the big boys.

Dear little boy of mine,
I know you love to watch the big boys. They run around and shoot hoops and ride their bikes and scooters down our steep hill. You stand in awe, watching. And I can tell you want to do all of those things. You even ask me if the big boys would play with you.
You will be big soon enough. Far too soon, I'm afraid. There will come a day when you do all of the things those big boys are doing, and the little boys will stand in awe of you.
I love your more than you know, my little man.
Hugs and kisses,
Mom