The Half Decade Mark

Five Things for Owen on this his Fifth Birthday:

1. You Love Cars 2. You love to play races with your cars, lining them up, rolling them and yelling at Maggie when she takes them. The fact that you asked for Cars 2 bedding with that being your favorite present has only added to your love affair, but also your oddness as what five year old wants bedding. However, let me clear about something - it is pronounced Piston Cup. There is only so much your Dad and I can do to remain straight faced when you cry out that you have just won the “Pissing Cup.”

2. Holy Cow, Competitive. I feel that this is somehow my fault, given that this is surely retribution from God for my own transgressions against my parents. The other day after you defeated your father and me in a riveting game of Xbox Kinect Twister, you said to Dad when he was reading bedtime stories, “Daddy, guess what?” “You and mommy are doofuses, I’m the winner.” Yep. You also throw a major fit when you do lose, “Why I lose Daddy?” “Why you beat me?” And then you sulk. So now we are forced to expunge the “it is only a game”, “it is suppose to be fun” and “it is not about winning” mantras. Again, totally retribution or competiveness is a genetic trait, which I am thinking it is.

3. Mr. Sensitive. It is hard to believe that the same person who is a hyper competitive a*hole . . . err kid, can also be amazingly sensitive and sweet. But true! Yesterday after Maggie woke up from her nap, and was not feeling well. You asked to draw a picture “to make her feel better.” And then as she lay like a slug on the couch, you came up to her, rubbed her head and said “Aww, Maggie, feel better.” This empathy is one of your best qualities.

4. You Are Funny. You do things like this (by the way, go 9ers!).



5. You are the Best. As your parent, I know there is some obligation to make blanket statements like this. But I can’t really remember when you were not part of my life, which must mean that my life is exponentially better with you in it - or I am just really, really tried, which can totally be a possibility. You are my Os, my son, my first born and there will never be anything better than out of the blue hearing you say, “Mama, I love you.” I love you too Owsie. Happy Birthday.

P.S. How were you ever this small?

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