I have a 5 year old boy child. It blows my mind that we have gotten to this point. He’s turning into a cool little dude. He already understands the importance of dressing well and the necessity of a denim jacket…any given day when I come downstairs dressed he’ll give me a once over and say “Ilike that outfit mom”, with Wizzy he throws out “you look handsome dad, I like your tie.” He is very good to his baby brother and sister and cousins. We actually have to remind him about personal space (no I will not raise a space invader), he can’t seem to get enough of Stella and Billie, appearing as if he wants to ingest them!
He knows good music and is beginning to leave that weird spastic little kiddie dancing behind for more rhythmical, recognizable moves!
Just last night while I was making dinner he came into the kitchen and asked “mom, what is that beautiful smell coming from the oven?”
As Wendy always says, “its tough being the oldest”, I think Jaxy is gonna be ok…I should stop there…if Dickie could read this he would tell me to get a hold of myself.
Peace out dudes.
BOBA
Lemonberry
Pippalily
Awesome