HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BO-OY!

The Boy

Born 1/29/05 @ 7:05 AM

7 lbs. 13.8 oz 19 inches

The Boy at One

The Boy at Two

The Boy at Three

The Boy at Four

FIVE YEARS OLD!

I have been weepy and sentimental all week. Five years ago today, joy like no other entered my life. I know it is only his fifth birthday, but I feel like it is a huge milestone. The Boy has gone from being so helpless and small, to being independent and so big. Where did the time go?

Hey Momma

The Boy: Guess what?
Momma: What buddy?
The Boy: Chicken butt. (so glad I taught him that) No, really, guess what.
Momma: Um, what?
The Boy: I am going to turn five in my sleep tonight.

Literally, at this moment, it is 24 hours until my boy officially turns 5!

A Milestone

The Boy at 2 Years Old

My baby Boy turns FIVE YEARS OLD this week. I can't believe it. I have a little man running around. The first light of my life is turning five! I can't imagine him getting any older. He already acts like a 14 year old most days. I keep telling myself to savor his cuddles. He may end up cuddling for the rest of his life, but I believe it will wane before I know it.

Last night, The Boy was having a bad dream. I went in to comfort him and he said, "Momma, I am so glad it is you, I love you, will you lay with me?" I cuddled up next to him and he went back to sleep instantly. Looking so peaceful, he reached for my hand and mumbled something and all I could think was you used to be in my belly. I used to be able to nuzzle you to my chest and smell your little baby soft head. Now, you are so big. You are so tall. You are so smart. You are so funny. I have a hard time believing you were ever so small. I love you little man!

Football Knowledge

As you may be aware, last night hosted two NFL playoff games which determined the teams to play in this year's Superbowl. I am excited about the match up between the Colts and the Saints, should be a good game. At our house, football was on both TVs, just in case you had to go to the basement whilst the game was on and didn't want to miss anything. I like football, but the level to which The Husband enjoys the game rivals that of those guys who paint their faces yellow and wear cheese on their heads.

Last night I was informed of a very important rule in football (not sure if it is NFL specific). The Saints were going for a touchdown and seemingly crossed the goal line, but looked to be out of bounds. At first, the refs did not say touchdown. The Husband immediately said, "Bad call, that was a touchdown. His body was in bounds and crossed the goal line. It doesn't matter where the ball is and theoretically, everyone knows, that the goal line stretches all the way around the world, as long as he is in bounds, it doesn't matter where the ball is." After being reviewed, the play was ruled a touchdown.

So, be aware, a goal line could possible be be in your backyard, you better keep an eye on it.

Momma of a Different Animal

Isn't it always the case that your children need you to do something for them at the exact same time? Yesterday afternoon, I was in the process of taking off The Girl's pink converse high top tennis shoes (so cute) and The Boy came up to me in a frenzy.

The Boy: Momma, unbutton my pants, I have to pee.
(The Boy usually has no trouble unbuttoning his own pants, but this particular pair of khaki's aren't even conducive to my fingers.)
Momma: Hang on a second, I am taking off your sister's shoes.
The Boy: (hear sarcasm, which he clearly gets from his father) I guess, it's not like you have more than two hands.
Momma: That's true, smarty pants, I only have two hands.
The Boy: Wouldn't it be great if you were an octopus mom, then you would have eight hands and could do some many more things at once, and then I wouldn't have to wait.
Momma: You have no idea.