Noah officially turned five yesterday! This was a BIG milestone for us and for him. In fact, when he woke up in the morning, the conversation went like this:
Me: Happy birthday, birthday boy! You're FIVE today!
N (forlornly): No, I'm still four, Mommy.
Me: No! Today, is February 4th. You're FIVE!
N: But . . . I'm still little. I thought I was gonna be BIG. (More forlornly) I thought I was gonna be big like a car. And be able to break the house down.
Me: Buddy, you're big on the inside, not on the outside.
N: But I just thought I was gonna be really big.
I guess I should've clarified a little bit better what it meant to be "big." Suffice to say, I think the morning of his day was a bit of a downer, but he is definitely resilient and was ready for the adventure of his birthday. We decided that we really enjoyed spending the kids birthdays as a family and letting them choose what they wanted to do, which is why we had his party last weekend. So, Noah's day went like this:
Wake-up. Come to grips with the reality of birthdays: You turn a year older but oftentimes don't feel or see any older.
Eat cereal-on the COUCH-while watching Cars 2. Again.
Play on the swings outside.
Finally chose golf over bowling for his activity. Thank goodness it's been a mild winter. And that the rain held off!
Gabe was so funny, putting the ball close to the hole and then trying so hard to hit it in.
After we played 18 holes of mini golf, Noah chose Chic-Fil-A (not surprising) for lunch.
Go home. Take a nap.
Wake up. Go to pick out a birthday treat. He chose a Cars 2 book!
We then asked him what he wanted for dinner. He chooses pizza.
We come home to a message from Cooper and get to Skype with Nana and Papa.
After dinner is done, we sing!
Look at baby pictures! He was convinced at first that he was looking at pictures of Madison Clark. Ha!
We rounded out the day by playing the Wii, reading his library book that he checked out from school, and talking to Grandma.
You may have noticed that Noah's hair was not spikey yesterday. He wanted his hair down, which should have been a sign for me. (When he's not feeling well or is tired, he wants his hair down.)Today, this is the scene:
I will spare you the gory details, but somehwere along the way, Noah picked up the stomach bug. And left it on the floor at Wal-Mart this morning. It was terrible. So terrible that Gabe keeps bringing it up. He says, "Wowah choked at store. Yuck! Gwoss!" Here's to hoping we don't all catch this post-birthday treat.
ANYWAY.
Noah, we love you so much! You have taught us so much and bring us so much light. Our wish for you is that you continue to grow in the knowledge of the Lord and that you will serve him all of your days. Happy birthday, big boy. We love you forever!
