M turned 5 on Tuesday. When he woke up that morning, he asked “Mommy, does my voice sounds different?”
“Why, yes, I think it DOES sound a little different,” I told him.
“Do I look taller?” he asked.
“Why yes, I believe you ARE a little bit taller,” I told him.
“Am I taller than J- now that I’m 5?” he asked. I reminded him that people come in all sizes, so he might NOT be taller than J- (who we will see at the big birthday blow-out this Saturday, and who M may never exceed in height).
Before M went to bed that night, he walked around saying over and over “I’m 5” with wonder; as if it were a milestone he hadn’t been sure he’d reach.
Mom and Dad gave him a bike (“I just can’t believe it!”) and his little brother gave him a Transformer, with a little help from Dad. He rode the bike very briefly – he told me he was so fast, I just couldn’t see him. He was willing to put on shoes and a helmet right off, but we kind of had to convince him that he had to put on some clothing as well (it’s very hot right now and I don’t blame him for trying).
The big party – the one with J- approaches. M makes his own guest list (though he sometimes want to leave off girls his Mom won’t let him leave off – since he has known them since birth and LIKES them, they’re just *sigh* girls. We’ll have snacks and turn the sprinklers on and let the kids run around the yard and get super wet and dirty. So far, so good – I don’t think he’ll ever expect ponies or clowns, since he plans his own parties, and that sort of birthday madness is happily passé. But you know – I think these kids enjoy getting to roll around in mud puddles MORE anyway…