WOW... he turned 5.......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Talking about starting school and Mason turning 5 seemed like something that was so far away in the future that it did not even seem real. However the years flew by and this past weekend he turned 5 years old. We celebrated his 5th party at my cousins house just outisde of Boston. She went out of her way and BEYOND spoil Mason. Her and her fiancee went all out for the kids Cake, presents, food. It was a blast. The weekend went by so fast that I had little time to reflect on the last 5 years. However I have spent the past week with tears of sadness and tears of joys thinking about how far he has come.
He made an early appearance into the world back in 2006. He had it all figured out. Since then he still surprises us daily with things he says and does. He is stubborn, strong willed, passionate and perfect. =-) He can put you in your place with out the blink of an eye. He can also give you hugs and kisses just when you need it most. He can melt your heart with his big blue eyes that seem to sparkle in any light. The thought of him going to school next year is something that I have not yet been able to stomach. It makes me ill to think about putting my little 37 pound 5 year old on the big school bus next year. He enters another phase of his life as he turns 5. One that I hope holds as many fun times and adventures as the last 5 years has held.
I had tears in my eyes the first time I held him and tears in my eyes when we put him to bed for the first night as a five year old. My husband picked him up cradled as you would an infant. He kissed him softly on the forehead and said this is how I held you the very first time and this is how I am carrying you to bed as a 5 year old. I lost it at the moment and my heart burst with love for both of them.

Baths, Bubbles and Brothers

 

 

 

 

 

Friday mornings always start off the same here. Josh and Dylan head out to work and school. The little two bounce around the house in their pajamas and play. They are so excited to be together since Mason has had preschool the past three morning. They beg and beg to take a bubble bath together. Each bath exactly like the last. They fill the time with all the toys they want to bring in and the ones they should not bring in. William always tries to invite the dog in the tub, and I ALWAYS remind him that we can not do that. The bathroom is soon filled with the giggles of brothers spraying each other with water and the smell of baby magic taking over the bathroom. I sit down on the edge of the tub, once again asking myself why on earth I would have gotten dressed before this, because I am going to end up soaked and changing my clothes. This never fails no matter how many times I sound like my mother by saying. " bath water stays in the bath tub" I often find myself sounding a lot like my mother these days. It makes me laugh because I know that some day the boys will be repeating these same bathroom rules to their own children and the fear will hit them that they sound like me. We add warm water a few times until they are so wrinkled that they look like little old men. I then have to talk them into getting out by bribing them with a morning snack. They both sit in front of the wood stove wrapped in their towels warming themselves. I love Friday mornings...... Of course there are many other baths that take place over the course of the week, but nothing seems like the Friday morning bath where there is no school to be at or errand to run and they just play so peacefully.

How many can you fit in one bed?

 

Well the question of how many you can fit in one QUEEN size bed has sure been answered at our house lately. Apparently the answer is One mom, One dad, a two year old and a dog in between. That is the top of the bed. Across the bottom you can add a 4 year old and a big black cat. YIKES. What a full bed that was. I did not get any sleep. Of course the rest of them snored loudly. Around 4am I was laying there kind of feeling grouchy as my legs was going numb from the weight of a 4 year old flung across it for the last 2 hours. I sat up to move him over onto his father and heard a little sleepy voice say . " love you mommy" as I layed back down in my tiny space the little two year old next to me let out the most peaceful sigh I had ever heard. It was then that I decided to appreciate the little things, that would be gone before we know it.

Bad Day...

 



Being a two year old must be really rough. He has been in time out twice today for sticking his finger in the dogs ear.
I tried to talk to him about it but apparently he was not ready to talk because this is all I got.......