Turning 5 was a big deal for me when Caroline turned 5. It meant that she was no longer a baby. It meant that she was starting kindergarten. She was a big girl. Sam turning 5 had a total different affect on me. He's still my baby (for 9 weeks, 4 days and 13 hours - but who's counting?). Even though he starts kindergarten in August (don't ask me where yet, because as of right now he's enrolled at 2 different schools), it feels like it took forever for Sam to get to 5.
Birthdays are supposed to be happy and I don't feel that at all. To me, Sam's birthdays are an all-to-quick trip back to reality that our time with him is running out. I don't even know how many birthdays we'll be able to celebrate with him. 5 more? 10 more? The unknown kills me. Every day. But June 18th was the worst day to be reminded of the unknown.
He told me when he's five, he wants to ride a bike without training wheels. He just recently, thanks to OT, starting getting himself dressed. He's no longer afraid to take showers - really don't understand why he was afraid of them in the first place. He turned into a big boy overnight. We love him so much. He is hilarious, and sweet (and sort of mean) and gives the best hugs ever.
Since we were in Tennessee for his birthday, we celebrated with family. Went to the Dixie Stampede (which is like going to Medieval Times, but western themed). It was fun. Sam really thought all those people there were there for his birthday, especially when they all sang him happy birthday.
Maybe this year, he'll learn to look at the camera when I'm taking pictures...
So, he wants Chuck-E-Cheese for his birthday - and even though I despise the place and think it's a cesspool of germs - we'll go to CEC and like it (then bathe in bleach when we get home). Because that's what Sam wants to do for turning 5. Because he's a big boy.
Happy Birthday, Samuel!
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