Tomorrow is Nick's fifth birthday.
I don't know where the time went, but suddenly, in the past few weeks it seems, he's gone from preschooler to BOY.
He says things to me like, "Mom, that's a good sandwich right there!" and "Mom, I love you more than Daddy does. I loved you my WHOLE LIFE!" and, after coming home from a hair appointment, "Looks good, woman!"
He reminds his little brother of the rules. "Will, if you don't eat your dinner you have to go to BED! You don't want to go to bed, do you?!?" (And Will listens to him! I'd complain, but, well, I don't have to argue with the little one as much so whatever.)
He's amazingly smart. Because his birthday is on a holiday, we had a party for him this past Saturday. Jay and I got him a Leapster 2 and my Mom bought him a few games. He's already mastered them. And they teach math skills. And reading. (And building rollercoasters.) He's told me that tomorrow he wants my help to write up a letter to Santa. He's been scanning last Sunday's paper for the games he wants to ask Santa for.
And probably one of the greatest new changes? He loves his dog.
She was the family dog before we even had kids, and for the past year or more he's been feeding her when we ask him to. But recently he takes the initiative...tells us when she needs a treat...calls her to come follow him when he goes to play outside or in his room. And at night? She sleeps at the foot of his bed.
It just melts my heart.
Happy birthday, dear boy.