Archives for the month of: April, 2018

We’ve had a full time of it! A birthday party last weekend, a weekend of special activities, a neighbor-friend in town last week, friends visiting from out of the country – both kids looked like they could use a nap today (not that they’re prone to taking them, and not that they did).

Just like that, it seems, Girl is eight. She was a newborn just yesterday, and here she is, over four feet tall, playing softball and piano, choosing to read and go fishing, doing crafts and running around with her brother, loving animals and avoiding picking up her dirty clothes. (Boy, did she grow fast!)

Brother and Sister Fishing

Fishing, April 2018

She reads to her brother, too; he LOVES the Binky books (by Ashley Spires – you know, the ones in which the cat eats bugs and gets space gas? No? You don’t know those books? You’re missing out!).

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She has strong feelings – that’s not new – and now writes me notes if she’s feeling upset as a calmer way to express herself. Often, how she’s feeling is “engaged in this book – please don’t disturb me!” As you see below, this is Girl, in her natural habitat (reading another Warriors book by the group known as Erin Hunter).

Reading: Her Natural Habitat

She’s a joke teller, but she’s serious, too.

Birthday Girl 2018

And after all, she is just eight – old compared to her brother, breathtakingly young compared to her parents. And plenty silly, too.

Birthday Princess 2018

Hmmm. There should be some universal truth, some truly touching yet insightful commentary on life here. I’m just going to go with this: it’s good to celebrate those you love, and it’s good to eat cake while doing that. (We went with her choice, s’mores ice cream cake.) Wishing you, sweet Girl (and you, dear readers!), many more happy years to come.

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Boy. Five years old. Even his preschool teacher teared up a little bit about it today. There’s no going back, no returning to four or three or the time in the womb when baby couldn’t live without Mama. Even if you’re wanted, you’re never needed in the same way.

Brand new Boy

Boy, on his birth day, 2010.

Like Girl, he’ll get to go in the attic now that he’s five – but he’ll have to wait until tomorrow. That’s the thing about turning five when you have an older sister: the day isn’t as wholly yours as it might have been. Tonight he had to compete – no, not compete, but share – with his sister: she had her first softball game tonight, just as he had his first t-ball game last night. It’s not a bad thing: having an older sister means more people to love him, a steady playmate, a friend. At first, we weren’t going to take him to her game, as it didn’t start until 7:00 (!). Girl got upset, saying, “I want to play for him on his birthday!” So we took him. She hit the ball each time she was at bat, and she hit it for him. Even just with the two of them, they’re a team.

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Boy and Girl in the daffodil field, March 2018

In lieu of cake, we celebrated his birthday with homemade ice cream sandwiches, and we ate them in shifts, with grandparents, Mama, and Boy eating them before the game (and after Daddy and Girl had left) and Daddy and Girl eating them upon their return.

And another birthday, half a decade, has passed. He will only be more than five after today.

He’s not my birthday girl, but I still have been hearing Loudon Wainwright III’s “Five Years Old” in my head today – just like on Girl’s fifth birthday. We dropped Boy off at preschool, and there was the music in my head, and it showed up all of its own accord, like I was my own antenna.

The pet store was all out of ponies
Maybe next birthday.

I won’t forget the day that you were born
Five years ago
We were happy and excited
and we loved you so
You’re growing up so quickly
Now, I feel a little sad –
That’s to be expected;
after all, I am your daddy [mommy].

Benjamin with birthday cake 2018

Five years old. Happy birthday, sweet Boy. May happy days be sandwiched between happy nights, and may your best (and safest!) wishes come true.