Last week, my oldest turned 5. I don’t really know how it happened. I just know it crept up on me and the next thing I knew he wasn’t 4 anymore. I know 5 may not seem old. And it’s not double-digits or anything. But it seems big to me. He’s FIVE. We’ve managed to keep him alive for half a decade. He’s gone from having one liquid in his diet to having tons of solid foods in his diet (although not as many as I’d like). He’s gone from wearing a diaper 24 hours a day to not wearing one at all (even at night). He says stuff like “you’re not my boss” (to his brother) and he gives the absolute best hugs and kisses.
I couldn’t help but sneak into his room the night before his birthday and take some shots of his last night as a 4-year-old. Of course he had his blanket off and he was bent in half. His head was where his feet should’ve been and Big Bird, his long-time companion, was within reach.
I love everything about this kid. Happy birthday, O.
P.S. He gets his eyelashes from his daddy.