Oh Quinner!
Happy happy birthday to you. There isn't much more fun (and annoying) than watching a 4 year old wait for his 5 year old birthday to come. We've been talking about it for MONTHS. You are convinced that getting one year older means that you will be bigger than everyone and that you can drive a car.
Well, you might be wrong on both counts, but you are bigger than cousin Jack, almost bigger than cousins Luke and Jonah, bigger than all the kids in your primary class and your preschool class so maybe you are kind of right.
Having you in our family is the most fun. Sometimes, you drive us a wee bit nuts, but I think that you make us all laugh much more often. You love music and know the lyrics to every song on the radio, including most of the Beatles songs we listen to on the Beatles station on XM radio. You are a great dancer, joke teller, and pizza eater. You love to ask questions, do science experiments and watch TV. Aw man, the TV watching is a total addiction and as your mom, I can only watch so many episodes of Spongebob, Teen Titans Go!, and Gumball, but TV seems to be your passion in life. Of course, you'll take a break to play on your kindle, but screen time is screen time - it's something we are always working on finding alternative activities for.
A few of your 5 year old favorites:
Food: Pizza
Song: Hand Clap by Fitz and the Tantrums
Movie: Jurassic World
Color: Red and Green
Person: Grandma Judy and Uncle Willie
TV Show: Sponge Bob, Be Cool Scooby Doo
Last week, as we were talking about your birthday, you asked me if Grandpa Huber was bigger than me. I told you no, that I was bigger than him but you got mad and said, "But he's 88! He is way bigger than you!" Obviously, there is some confusion about age and size and how they relate. Your next question was, "How big is the earth?" We had to ask Google for an accurate answer.
When I got you out of the bathtub last week, and was drying you off, you panicked and yelled at me as I was drying off your legs, "Mom, don't touch my Nacho!" After asking for further details as to what a Nacho is, and seeing some pointing and giggling from you, none of us have any idea what you are talking about, but it's obviously private and we have adopted "Don't touch my nacho!" as a phrase for all sorts of things the last few days. And, you really must be growing up because you finally recognize the difference between being laughed at and laughed with. You realized this was funny, and haven't attacked any of us (yet) for laughing with you!
I feel so lucky that you are my little buddy. We have great conversations, you like to go to Target and run errands with me, and you really are the most easy going laid back kid around. You are thriving in school, at primary, and playing soccer. You think you are a big kid, as big as your brothers and this summer, when we were at Universal Studios and Sea World, you walked the entire time, never complaining, asking to be carried, or being grumpy about how tired your little legs were. If that doesn't mean that you are growing up, I'm not sure what does.
Love you so much little squish - so glad you had a great birthday.
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