Five Little Fingers

One whole hand.

That is how old my Colin is today. The big FIVE.

Oh my, this seems so old. So big. So independent. How can my baby boy be 5?!

This boy. He is something. Witty, smart, shy, adventurous, and caring.

He is competitive and loves loves soccer. He gets it. He gets the strategy, the control, the angles. It comes naturally to him.

 Getting to know Colin takes some work. It takes time. It does not come easy. He makes you work for it.

  But when he lets you in, when he befriends you and lets you know him, it makes all that work worth the effort.

He is loving and kind and fiercely defensive and protective. He is our little bulldog and he will fight for those he loves...no matter the size or consequence.

He is also naughty and silly and funny and feels ALL the feelings all the time...and when they are bad, you know it.

Colin is detailed and remembers everything. He can travel somewhere once and remember the directions, turn by turn. He reads maps better than his mom! (which is not really that hard to do)

This boy. He has captured my whole heart. We love him so.

Happiest 5th Birthday, my Colin. I couldn't imagine life without you.You make our life SO much better.

Just remember, you promised that you would give me lots of cuddles when you are 5, even when you are 8, and I plan to hold you to those promises! Because Colin snuggles are just the greatest.

Colin is 4!

My handsome blue-eyed boy is 4 today! The big 4!

Colin is funny and witty, quick with a joke and has perfect comic timing.

He is my loving little man who is quick with a hug and kiss.

He feels everything passionately, the good and the bad.

He loves his family and will defend them against anything or anyone.

If he thinks someone (much bigger than him) is not treating his brother fairly, he will confront them.

He is our little protective bulldog.

I love my sweet boy who still needs mom to hug him and love him. He will still ask me to hold him and I always oblige.

Words can not describe how happy we are that you came into our lives 4 years ago. You have brought us so much joy and we are so lucky that you are our.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy.

I love you forever.

The Great Discovery

Colin has recently discovered the greatest word.

It has opened his eyes.

He is enthralled with the word.

It fascinates him.

What is this wondrous word, this great discovery in the vocabulary of a 3 year old?

Butt cheeks.

Technically it is two words.

But, to a 3 year old, it is the greatest of words.

It came out innocently. In a bathroom/wiping situation, Ryan casually said the words "butt cheeks" and Colin died laughing.

He than came running out to me, dropped his little Lighting McQueen undies, turned around and asked me with much excitement, "Mom! Do you know what these are called?" pointing to his little bum. "These are called...BUTT CHEEKS!! Like cheeks on your face but they are on your butt!!!!"

His little mind was blown.

Now, he will tell me how much he loves butt cheeks.

"Mom. Did you know that everyone has cheek butts...I mean, butt cheeks? Macy has butt cheeks, Jack has butt cheeks, Daddy has butt cheeks, even YOU have butt cheeks."

"Mom, I love butt cheeks more than candy."

"Mom.These are called butt cheeks and I love them."

The world is a wonderful place with funny words to discover when you are 3 years old.

You know you are three when...

 

~ The world ends when your mom forgets to buy juice at the grocery store.

~ You offer to show her where the juice is at target because...

~ You never forget anything.

~ you prefer to be naked when :
- you go the bathroom
- you are mad
- you are happy
-when you watch tv
-when it is hot outside
-when it is cold outside
- when it is time to go...anywhere

~Socks are the worst.

~ You can laugh, cry, hit and hug in the same 3 minutes.

~ Your older brother is the greatest person ever, except for when you don't get your way.

~ You ignore the fact that you have a baby sister. You are still the baby of the family.

~ You sing your own soundtrack to your life.

~ Play voices are 3 times louder than regular talking voices.

~ Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches must be cut into shapes.

~ Don't ever, ever cut the wrong shape.

~ Any form of condensation on the ground constitutes as puddle, therefore it must be jumped in at any and every given opportunity.

~There is no such things as "nice" clothes or shoes.

~ Hugs and kisses are freely given. So are punches and kicks.

~ Dads are hilarious.

~ Wearing a cape makes you a superhero. Superheros do not wear hats outside. They also do not wear their hoods up on their coats. Ever.

~ You can do everything on your own, by yourself... unless you want your mom to do it. Than you can do nothing and she must do everything or the world will end.

~ Throwing things really makes your point more valid.

~ It is ok to like your mom's homemade chicken nuggets for one meal but hate them for another meal.

~ Despite what they say, you can live on bread alone. Bread and juice, that is.

~ It is ok to remember that your mom forgot to buy juice and throw yourself on the floor demanding juice to appear.

Man, it is tough being three.

Conversations

"POTTY TALK!!!" yells Colin at the very top of his lungs.

With one eyebrow raised and the other dropped in a condescending look, the oldest brother chastises the younger one. "No potty talk, Colin." says the pseudo-mother.

"POTTY TALK!!!"

" No potty talk."

"POTTY TALLLLKKKKK!!!!"

"NO potty talk!"

"Potty talk."

" COLIN. NO MORE POTTY TALK!" yells the exasperated older brother.

In a hushed whispered tone, the little one burrows his brows and proclaims.

 "Potty talk. Pooh-pooh. Pee Pee. Potty talk."

 And than Colin walks away, grinning.

~ And that is a 30 second window into my daily life with two little boys.~