Yesterday, my baby boy turned five. It could easily be one of those bittersweet moments for me where I churn out all this sappy, emotional stuff about my babies growing up on me, where have the years gone, etc. But it was such a lovely, relaxing day that I'm not going to let myself dwell and get all mopey.
He invited the two sets of grandparents to the zoo and we were pleased that the weather turned out perfect for the occasion. Then we did lunch at our family's favorite restaurant, Las Fuentes. Why he opted not to drag us all to Chuck E. Cheese, we aren't sure... but we gladly accepted his alternate proposal and DIDN'T ASK.
This morning he crawled up on my lap and held up five fingers. "I'm so glad to be four," he said.
"But you're not four," I reminded him. "You're five now." And I counted his fingers just to show him there were indeed five waggling in the air.
"Oh," he shrugged his shoulders. "Well, that's just because you count different than I do."
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