My baby boy turned five. I have mixed emotions on the topic. First of all, to me, five seems like such a giant leap from four. At five you start school, start loosing teeth, and hold onto mommy's hand a little less as you take giant leaps into an independent life. Sigh. On the other hand, I marvel as I watch my baby boy mature, learn, and tell witty jokes that give me the giggles. I'm so happy I'm his mommy, and even though he needs me a little less, he still needs me. I hope he always will.
Hunter's fifth birthday fell on a Thursday. He proudly picked out and brought his preschool classmates a treat, wore a "Birthday Boy" pin home from preschool, opened his gifts from his family, and picked out a place to go eat dinner and play games with us. The place of choice? Big Al's. We ate dinner, and then played and played and played. We collected a ton of tickets, picked out some prizes, and even won a free VIP game of bowling.
Once Big Al's was done, we came home, watched Hunter make a wish, and blow out the candles on his fancy Cold Stone birthday cake.
|We're basically models. . .|
|Singing "Happy Birthday"|
|Making a wish. . . is this not the cutest?|
My baby boy had a grand birthday, and it was just getting started.
Birthday party post soon to come.