Sunday, April 14, 2013


5 is how old my third child turned this past week.  He is my power ranger/ninja turtle/knight/roman soldier/Captain America boy.  Out of all my kids this one has been into dress up the longest.  He's requested a different costume for several holidays in the row and this past birthday was no exception.   I thought this power ranger costume suited him well.   Thanks, sis! 

We had a little celebration for him.  My husband and I both took a day off and spent a few hours at John's Incredible Pizza with the rest of the kids (who happen to have a day off from school) and my mom.  We decided a few years back that instead of giving our kids things for special occasions, we would give them an option of going to a place we usually don't go to.  They usually choose the latter.

We invited some boys his age in the evening for some play time.   He requested sushi and cake (no cupcakes! strange kid:).  Because I forgot how easy it is to cater to kids, in addition, I ordered some Thai food, asked mom to make a couple salads, made salmon spread sandwiches, made another salad and mac and cheese.  You can probably guess the two items that were actually eaten by his guests.  Yes, that would be sushi and mac and cheese.  Everything else was pretty much ignored and left to the few adults that were there. 

He didn't want me to prepare any games, but instead couldn't wait to open his gifts and play with them.   Patience is not this child's virtue (sign).   The rest of the evening was filled with boyish noise and play; it was just like I wanted it to be. 

This is my favorite picture of that day.  Him in between his two grandfathers so tiny and happy looking.

 I also love this picture with my beautiful mom. 

Blessed are those who grow up being loved on by grandparents and aunts. Amen.  

Oh how much I adore this child.  He is our surprise baby.   I still remember the morning I found out I was pregnant with him.  His older brother was only a year old and barely walking.  I was sleep deprived, tired and just came back to work after an extended leave.   After the initial shock and "how am I going to do this" I remember blessing this child and feeling incredible love towards him.  

I am so glad God gave him to us and cannot imagine our family without him.  

He is bright, funny, real-which is a good thing most of the time.  He's been writing his name since he was three years old and could have probably started kindergarten last year.

He is very articulate and does not keep his feelings and thoughts to himself.  Again, we like that about him except when he gets mad or upset and starts speaking his mind.  We sometimes give him heads up and say--"you are about to say something you might later regret...lets come down and then think about whether this is necessary to say."    I probably need to hear this as often as he does.  ;) 

He is very active and loves all things sport related, but has never been a child that would storm the house and turn it upside down.  He enjoys quiet play time just as much as he enjoys to run around.  He has his likes and dislikes figured out.  Once he makes a decision, it is hard to convince him otherwise.   He is not easily swayed.  "I'll have what they're having" is not his style. 

He likes to be a good boy though. Sometimes, I sense a pleaser. Not sure how I feel about that--but hope it doesn't transfer to adulthood...
He is social and loves to make friends.  He constantly asks me to invite boys over for play dates.

Just like most boys his age he loves potty humor, rough play, why did the chicken crossed the road, Legos, tickling and back rubs.  No days is complete without a book and/or a Bible story. 

 Love you, big guy!  Stay awesome!