The Boy is 5!

It may be cliche, but it’s so very true: I cannot believe that my little baby is now 5 years old.

We had a very busy – but fun! – day. It began with a trip to Dr W’s office for The Boy’s annual check-up. He is now a little more than 43″ tall and about 40.5 pounds. What’s crazy is that he has grown just a little less than 2 inches in the past year and gained a bit more than 4 pounds. He had his last immunization shot today (yes, I know it’s his birthday), but Dr W and his nurse told The Boy the best news of all: he doesn’t need to get another shot until he’s ready to go into the 7th grade. (His nurse was also pretty awesome; I don’t know how’s he did it, but she managed to give The Boy his shot without him realizing it. That meant no tears. Awesome, right?)

After his appointment, I took him to school, dropped off his updated immunization forms (no sense in delaying it, right?), then began the mad dash to get everything together for his birthday lunch.

(See, my birthday is in January and usually fell during Christmas break. As such, I didn’t have cupcakes at school on my birthday. And yes, I know I’m living vicariously through The Boy.)

First, I stopped at Walgreens to get some photos printed for The Boy’s Birthday Walk poster. (More on that in a bit.) I picked a few pictures I wanted printed, placed the order, and scurried off to pick up the cupcakes and pizzas.

I paused in the Publix parking lot to swap out The Boy’s car seat for a booster seat. He hasn’t exactly outgrown the Britax Marathon that I’ve had in my car for the better part of the past 4 and a half years, but he’s close. The tops is his ears are almost in line with the top of the car seat, and that means he’s ready for the booster seat.

That, alone, is hard to believe.

Anyway, once I finally got everything together, I returned to The Boy’s school in time for the start of the Birthday Walk. Now, this is the first time I’ve participated in something like this. It’s really cute and quite clever.

When I walked into the room with the drinks and food (sans cake; I had to go back to the car for that), The Boy was standing in the center of the carpet where his classmates were all sitting around him. In the center was a cloth on which a circle representing the seasons of the year was printed. In the middle of the circle was a yellow sun.

Ms. M instructed me to stand just outside the carpeted area where the kids were sitting. I held up the poster I had (admittedly) thrown together so hastily, and the Birthday Walk began.

Basically, the birthday celebrant recounts a little about each year of his or her life. The Boy spoke about things that happened before his first birthday, like getting his first haircut and learning how to eat with a spoon. Then he walked around the circle on the cloth and recounted events before his second birthday, and so on. Finally, after his fifth (and last) rotation, Ms. M asked him what his goals were for the coming year.

“I’d like to practice writing sentences,” he said finally after a long but thoughtful pause.

I had the option of taking The Boy home after lunch, but when I asked him if he wanted to go home or stay and do lessons, he opted to stay.

Well, it’s his birthday. If he wants to stay, who am I to deny him?

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