Happy Birthday, Little Sir!

Well, it's official. Little Sir's name must change again. He is no longer Little-Sir-4-Year-Old. He is now Little-Sir-5-Year-Old. Somehow, it just doesn't sound as cute as "3" and "4" did.

I loved him being 4. It was perfect. Potty trained, semi-independent, yet still snuggly and I-love-you-y. 5 seems so old. sigh.

So far, the birthday week has been a success. (Yes, "birthday week." We are rarely all together at the same time, so events seem to come in increments.)

Monday was the parent-gift, a day at the Bronx Zoo with the two of us, complete with camel rides and everything.

Tuesday and Wednesday, mostly uneventful.

Today, he had a little time with DD before work, and spent half the day with his big brother, getting spoiled, getting to choose their activities...he chose:

1) a few rounds of Rock Band (he likes to play guitar AND sing at the mic)

2) breakfast at the bagel shop

3) then, Number-One-Son took over the choosing and surprised him with
a trip to Toys-R-Us where he was allowed to pick his own gift. (He picked the first thing he saw, a Spiderman swim set: goggles, fins, and gloves that shoot water instead of webs.) Number One encouraged him to tour the entire store carefully before making his actual selection. He ended up with a Playmobil castle...and the Spiderman set. (I guess
that's what big brothers are for.)

4) then, I picked him up after work and we had play time before picking up a pizza and meeting DH at the park for dinner al fresco.

5) now, he's in the tub with the Spiderman gear.

What a day!


I kinda wish I could be 5 again. Just for a little while.