Logan's pretty excited about turning five. The birthday party, the cake, the friends and family, the presents, adding another digit to his age. He's been bombarding me with questions about his age in relation to his brother's, as though he's making sure that he will always be the older brother...."So, when I'm seven, how old will Auden be?" I gave him the first five answers or so, but now he's on his own. Working on the math skills... :)
Anyway, I've been a little stuck when relatives are asking what to get him for his birthday. He's really excited to get clothes this year. (Is he five, going on 60?!) "Long-sleeved shirts" (he really means short-sleeved shirts) and shorts are on the list. As for toys, he's non-committal. We stopped by Grammy Sue's yesterday for a short visit, and she asked what he wanted for his birthday. His reply? "Eh, I get what I get and I don't throw a fit." You know, he can be pretty sweet sometimes.
As for Auden, we've ventured out to some stores, church, and to a friends' house for a play date, and he's acting like he's solidly potty trained now. I don't want to get my hopes up, but I'm starting to feel relatively confident that I've bought our last box of diapers. Ever.
And tonight the boys were listening and singing along to Logan's preschool songs--his Jolly Phonics (Some British songs--get the pun?--that take them through the alphabet), days of the week, the colors and the months in Spanish, etc. We sat down to read some stories. Logan wants to sit, not by me, but by his brother. "I love you, Auden. You're my best buddy" "I wuv you, too, Yogan." It's moments like these that bring me sanity and melt my heart.
