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My sweet little boy,

I can’t believe you are five years old today.

This morning when you woke up on your birthday we asked you how old you are.

“I’m four,” you said.

We explained how you’re five now but you have other ideas.

“No, I’ll be five once you sing Happy Birthday to me,” you said.

So I started to sing.

“NO!” You stopped me. “We have to wait until we’re at the table with cupcakes, candles and presents!” You clarified.

It’s one of the many things I love about you. How convicted you are in your own little beliefs. Which car is faster, which dinosaur would win in a fight, and when exactly you turn five.

Birthday letter to my 5-year-old-son

Oh my goodness, everything is a joke to you. You love to laugh, and play tricks. Your silly disposition is one of the most interesting things about you. If you do something that gets a laugh you keep going and going. It’s simple things like that that bring you so much joy. Making someone smile, riding your bike or getting a new little toy. You are very easy to please.

You treasure your toys. If something goes missing you almost always know exactly where it last was, and you come to me to repair anything that’s lost an arm or run down the batteries. You still love to play with trains and build tracks and tall bridges with blocks but you also love identifying and playing with your endless supply of dinosaurs.

Birthday letter to my 5-year-old-son

One thing you’ve really latched on to this last year are a variety of movies. You used to watch the same thing over and over, and you still will sometimes, but we’re in a quicker rotation. You still love all of  the Cars movies but right now you love The Incredibles, all of the Toy Storys. But I absolutely love how sometimes you’ll request to watch an old classic like Snow White. Interestingly enough, you’ve also developed a love for animal documentaries this year.

In just a few short months you’ll no longer be the baby in the house, but you’ll be promoted to big brother. What this means is I’ll be asking you to help out a little more, and expecting you to be more of a big boy. Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to do anything you can’t handle.

Birthday letter to my 5-year-old-son

In my eyes you’ve been my little baby for so long. In fact, I know sometimes I’ve held you back from learning about growing up. I’ve held back teaching you things and giving you more responsibility. I’ve probably held you back a little from your full potential. I’ve continuously underestimated you. All under the guise that you’re still my little baby who needs help from his mom. Not anymore.

This is the year you’ll begin to learn to fly. You’ll get to try your first sport. And you’ll have some time away from me when you go to school. I know it’ll be an adjustment for us all. And though I’m a little scared loosen the reigns a little more, I know you are going to thrive. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

No matter how big you get, my arms are always open for hugs and cuddles, and I’ll never stop loving your kisses.

You’ll always be my sweet little boy. I’m forever grateful to be your mom.

Happy birthday my courageous little goofball. Five is going to be a blast.

Love,

Mommy

Wonder why I’m forever calling my son “crazy” or my little “wild card”? Wonder why I have an abundance of gray hairs? Well, you’re about to witness the reason.

silly 3-year-old boy

I asked Big T to sit down so I could asked him some questions. I showed him last year’s birthday interview to refresh his memory of the process, and I incentivized his participation with a bribe of an extra birthday gift.

The result? Well, for one, an extremely frustrated mom.

He wouldn’t sit still and answer my questions. I asked the same thing over and over because he insisted on being difficult. A week went by and I left the video alone before I finally sat down to edit it. Expecting to be utterly disappointed with the result.

But as I pulled up his interview, I couldn’t stop laughing. Yes,  he was all over the place. And yes, he was being so silly, and difficult and just… HIMSELF. Why should I expect him to be sit still serious when that’s absolutely not him?

I told my husband about my revelation and he told me something I’ll never forget.

“The point isn’t to get perfect answers, it’s to capture his personality. And you did that.”

He gets it! Now I should too.

Here’s his 3-year-old birthday interview from last year and here are some prompts if you’re looking for questions to ask your kids, from young to old, to get thoughtful (or not) responses and see how they change each year.

A great guide for getting good pictures of your kids' TRUE personality. Leave the cheese for mice. Capture your child's true personality on camera and in video.

Apr
07
2017

FOUR


My sweet little boy, where do I begin?

This last year with you has been full of surprises. That’s because you surprise me daily. The things that come out of your mouth, and the ways you try to shock me.

The most common word I use to describe you is “weird” I know I shouldn’t do that. It’s probably not great for your complex, but I often don’t know how else to put words to the way you are.

“My wildcard” is another term I sometimes use. Because you’re so unpredictable. For others–Your teachers, babysitters, and friends–you’re an angel. They haven’t a clue about the side I see. But I guess I should be glad you save your silly side for us.

I think part of the reason I find you a little odd is because you’re nothing like me. Which if course is totally ok. But you’re also nothing like anyone. You’re so hard for me to describe, define, and predict. But I’m going to try.

One thing I do know is you’re not shy. That’s evident every time we go to the store together. It’s gotten to the point where we order our groceries online and pick them up, or take turns going to the store without you because every trip with you is like a comedy show. You say hello to anyone and everyone. You strike conversations with complete strangers about the weather, your shirt, their hair, my shoes, or bodily fluids. Or sometimes you’ll just chase people. Yes, actually chase them down the aisles, telling them to come back. Occasionally you’ll do this while roaring like a dinosaur.

I underestimate you all the time. Maybe it’s because you’re my youngest. I forget you can say and do things on your own.

You build train tracks with ease now and they’re almost never sitting on the floor. You take unit blocks and build your tracks as high as you can. We know better than to try to help, or ever take down one of your creations. While you’re extremely independent when it comes to construction, you can’t stand being alone.

We’ve given up on trying to put you to sleep in your room. You’d come into ours in the middle of the night anyway. Instead now you’ve set up camp on a little mat at the foot of our bed. Your sister is often alongside you.

You love jokes. You may not understand the process of a knock knock joke but you try anyway. And you never seem to tire of the “high five!” “too slow” trick. Laughing hysterically every time I miss.

You don’t like to color, draw, or anything like that unless it involves Lightning McQueen. But you love playing with cars, dinosaurs, and riding your bike. Last year we started hiking together. In the beginning you didn’t like it, but you’ve really come around. You look forward to exploring places with water you can play in.

I can see you trying to figure out the world, and understand how things work. You ask more and more questions every day, and you have the best memory. You always remember where you put things, and places we’ve been.

My favorite quality about you however, has got to be your kindness and sensitivity. You’ll act all big and tough most of the time but the second your sister is actually hurt, or crying, you’re the first to run by her side to help. You cried more when she got her shots than when you got your own.

As a toddler you’d play by yourself for a little while, then come over to my nap to snuggle for a bit. You still do that, and I love it.

“I missed you Mommy!” You still say that to me days after coming back from a trip, or when I get back from the store.

You’re everything I never knew I’d wanted, yet exactly what I need. My sweet little boy.

I love you so much and I can’t wait to see what this new year of life holds for us.

Love,

Mommy

 

PS: When your party VIP list only included members of our family, we decided to skip a party and just have fun with you. Here is how we celebrated your birthday this year.

PPS: It’s so hard narrowing down a few favorite photos of you from the last year so I’m going to share a bunch. I especially love the one of us together on the escalator. I believe we rode it up and down 692 times that day.

 

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