Six!!

I cannot wrap my head around it. He is six. More than a hand full of fingers. Already. He's matured quite a bit the last few months and is ready to tackle kindergarten.

I asked him what he wanted for his birthday dinner. His request? Chicken wings, mac-n-cheese, rolls, yogurt, pepsi, water, chips, bowls of cereal with milk, cake, chips and cheese, regular chips and ice cream. Is that all? Did I mention he is growing?

I took him out for birthday photos and lost him to the playground first. And a mud puddle second.

He is six years old. I am smitten.