Five

The morning after September 16, 2004:

Today:

Yeah, I know, he needs a haircut. And really, he's much cuter when he's smiling.   

I woke my baby this morning and gave him the ceremonial re-telling of the Exciting Story of the Day You Were Born, which I was surprised to find he enjoyed this year.  He was thrilled with the Garfield balloon that magically materialized in his room overnight. 

I am amazed at how much I love this kid.  His sister, too, but it's his birthday.  His eyes, his hair, his long legs and big bony knees, the little pale splotch of skin by his belly button. When he's so excited or happy it overwhelms him, his eyes get big, his smile is enormous, and he throws himself at you for the world's strongest, wordless, hug.  (Aside: my thanks to all of you who sent the birthday presents that got me all the hugs yesterday.  Sure, he knows the gifts are from you, but I was handy.)  He's funny and tenacious and curious.  I even kind of like the whiny sobbing when he's just so very disappointed. 

There will be more about the birthday party later. I am deep into getting ready for it all, and despite my efforts at keeping it small, I've got a lot of work to do and have spent a zillion dollars at the grocery store, on party favors, and so on.  Apparently I don't do small. 

In an hour, Carl will be taking the Earth around the sun at school during his celebration of life.  Tonight, we are having a dinner party with his favorite friends and favorite foods (chips and queso and chocolate fondue).  Thursday, we're having a party for all his pals at one of those giant indoor inflatable places. 

He's five.  Wow.

Comments

[Mary]

WOW, he looks SO grown-up in that picture! Hope the party goes well today!