It's Official

So all week long the big kid had refused to acknowledge that his birthday had passed.

His "real" birthday, he insisted, wasn't until his party.

He partied like a rock star Saturday with more than 20 friends. They bounced, ate cake and pizza, got tattoos and animal balloons, played "pin the tail on the platypus" and "musical bean bags."

He was exhausted and officially satisfied that he is now five.

Boy 1 is Five

So here are the first three things Wyatt said on the morning of his fifth birthday. He said them in this order, in a span of less than ten seconds.

"I have to pee."

"Am I really five?"

"I think I'm taller."

The First Born

So five years ago tonight, Joe and I lived in a quiet, uncluttered, reasonably clean, childless home. The following morning life changed.

Our first born goes to bed tonight, on the eve of his fifth birthday, in new pajamas, pretending to be a secret agent platypus.

I could never have imagined the joy Wyatt would bring us. And I don't really miss the silence, or the clean house.

The Fun Box

So to help the boys become better organized we have purchased several shelves with cubby holes.

The idea was to use them for shoes and books and toys.

Wyatt has recently adopted one of the cubby holes as his "fun box."

It is the cubby with all of his most prized possessions. If his brothers try to grab anything out of there he screams and yells, "They can't have it, it was in my fun box!"

Out of curiosity I decided to do an inventory:

One Handy Manny Tool box, a Perry the Platypus stuffed animal, a Spiderman costume, two Crayons, seven action figures (2 Batmen, Aquaman, Green lantern, Superman, Captain America, and an unidentified "bad guy"), a Dinosaur puppet, two Squishy balls (a cow and a flamingo), Flashlight, Plastic spoon, Tag pen, three Tag books, Rubber band, tiny toy camera, a pair of blue jeans that fit a stuffed bear and roll-up disposable sunglasses.

Ott Loves Simpsonville

So we took the boys to Simpsonville's annual carnival. They went to a petting zoo, bounced in inflatables, got snow cones, rode ponies, went down giant slides, built wooden trucks, tried an amusement ride or two...

After each and every activity Wyatt grabbed my hand and squeezed telling me, "I am having SO much fun!" I love having a joyful, thankful boy.