Somehow yesterday my tiny little guy turned 5. He is pretty impressed with himself for being so old. We celebrated over a couple of days with a few little friends and he was even able to take treats to preschool. When I was combing his hair this morning I asked him how my little baby could possibly be 5. He just pointed out that he hasn't been a little baby for a long long time. :-) Geesch, when did that happen?
He once fit in the diaper bag for a trip to the coast when we forgot a carrier for him.
He is sporting a nice black eye in honor of the big day, caused by a collision with a preschool friend's head. I think it helps him to look more mature.
We went to soccer orientation last night for the Pre-K league that he is going to play in. It was funny to hear the usual "And how old are you?" with the innocent tone that we know from years of experience means that they are wondering why I signed my huge kid up for a Pre-K league. Luckily, he doesn't know the difference, and likes to brag about his 45.5 inches, and insists that I remeasure him almost weekly to see if there has been a change.
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Happy birthday Mr. Gavin...cutest boy ever!
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