My boy is 5 today!
Julian obliged me with a photo, to show off his new Gap shirt from Bonne Maman and Papa Paul. A little big, but he didn't mind.
We went out to dinner early at Outback, and somehow inbetween Katrina's nonstop demands and my shrinking from frequent glances from neighboring tables, Julian asked me softly, "Are they going to make me a cake here?"
Poor kid. I hadn't said much about his birthday, but I did bake two cakes today and had some butter softening up for frosting. I was a little behind though, so as soon as we got home from the restaurant, I whipped up the frosting and very quickly decorated it. Then I "surprised" him (sort of) with the cake and singing, and we did a family birthday.
(A family birthday that was interrupted by us all getting tired of Katrina constantly demanding something and being on the verge of throwing a tantrum because those were not "MY PREZ-INTS! MY PREZ-INTS! MY PREZ-INTS!")
Julian was very happy with everything he got, ignoring Gabriel's disparaging remarks about getting books for gifts. (The little jerk; he got some books this year that he loves.)
It's not lost on me that this day might have been a real milestone for me as a mother. Five is a real threshhold, when there's no remnants left at all of toddlerhood, with school looming in the near future. Someday I will experience my youngest child turning 5. I look forward to that, though I know perhaps I might not be as happy about that as I think I will be. Indeed, Katrina insulates me from any melancholy I might have about Julian growing up. But she also keeps one of my feet in the tantrum-diaper-nap-unreasonable-toddler world, when the other foot is now squarely in little-kid world.
I am so proud and so head-over-heels in love with my sweet, precious, thoughtful, imaginative, playful, goofy, singy, genuine, happy five-year-old boy!