I have this book called "So You Want To Raise A Boy" (I got this after having Mike, and for obvious reasons, has been a great resource for me!). It is a fabulous guide on how to raise boys by their age.
The title of the chapter for a five year old is "Five is Fun". It says that 5 marks a happy new plateau of maturity.....five is alive, five is fun. A five year old is still a "mama's boy" and depends upon her for his comfort and companionship in most situations. It describes a five year old boy at having two qualities that compete with each other--gabbing and grubbing. As a result, it is common to see a boy of this age trying to talk at top speed while eating a huge plate of potatoes and gravy. The life of a 5 year old boy is happy and lovable.
See what I have to look forward too........
Holding to my tradition, here is the story of Luke's birth. My labor started at around 1:00 in the morning. Brian and I had a party we went to the night before that I helped with and we suspect that is what put me into labor. We went to the hospital and I was dilated to a 3. So they wanted me to walk around and they even had me sit in a warm tub to see if I would dilate so more. After an hour, I was almost a 4 so they decided to admit me and get things going. And then the waiting began. We waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. I just wasn't progressing. The doctor finally checked me and discovered that Luke was trying to come out the wrong way; he was face up. So he tried to turn him four times so he was coming out the right way, and he just wouldn't stay. So the doc said that I would just have to get Luke out that way. So I pushed and pushed and pushed and he finally came into the world at around 4 o'clock. He was a little squirt at just 6 lbs. 6 oz., but we were thrilled to have him here!
And we are still thrilled to have Luke in our family forever!
Happy 5th Birthday our Cookie Lukey! We love you and miss you more than words can express!!
