Tuesday, March 04, 2014
I looked over at him with a banana nut muffin in his hands and he gave me the T-R-O--U-B-L-E but oh so cute squinty eyed grin. As I began walking towards him he took off. When I finally got within reach he says, "Too late. Down my throat." The kid at the muffin paper. On purpose! I hope he at least chewed it up really, really well.
Monday, March 03, 2014
Freddie stuck Hans's fire engine in his pants and told me he was hiding it so Hans wouldn't want it at nap. In walks Hans and Freddie cannot even begin to think about trying to keep that matchbox car a secret, so he immediately says to Hans, "Look at my penis how big!" Hans gives a long, crooked eye look at Freddie's crotch and them runs over to me and says, "Mama, make my peeeeeenis bigger!"
Friday, February 28, 2014
This is the first year Freddie has had a party. We celebrate his day and make it special but we've never invited his friends to share his day. It was time. He shares much of his life with his buddies, so it was definitely time. We decided to keep expenses low to host the party in our building's lounge. I'll spare you the prices I found in searching for a venue like an indoor play space for the party but know it was running between $75-100 per kid so I quickly decided to go the do it yourself route. Our lounge is a (free) small space, so I decided to only invite his classmates. I don't know many of the parents well, and would have liked to invite his friends from his other circles (swim class, playground cliques) because I know those parents, but reminded myself this was about Freddie and keeping it to just his class would make him plenty happy.
After much back and forth with Freddie who wanted balloons, party hats, piñata, musicians, clown, and on and on and on, we finally settled on a pajama party theme and hiring a puppeteer to do a 45 minute show.
The theme was easy and fun. I served breakfast foods…bagels, cream cheese, egg salad, donuts, muffins.
And the cake? A "donut"!
|There were cupcakes too!|
The kids came in pajamas and we decorated pillowcases with fabric markers. (The Dollar Store has pillowcases for, you guessed it, $1)
The puppet show was a bargain at $250. Yes, a bargain. The kids loved the performance. There were lots of giggles and eyes locked on the stage.
Freddie loved hosting a party. He loved seeing his friends.
|With his best bud|
|Pajamaed family photo after cleaning up|
He loved receiving gifts (of course). He loved everyone singing "Happy Birthday" in his honor.
I loved seeing him so tickled.
|Birthday lunch packed in the morning|
The festivities continued on his birthday.
A brownie for breakfast is a must.
He finally got to open the gifts which had been accumulating on the window sill. And yes, there was a slinky!
Even Hans gave him a present. Mama took Hans to the Duane Reade to pick out one of the highly coveted die cast cars at the check out, and we left with two. Hans was quick to let Freddie know one was for him. I was proud of him for wrapping them each in tissue paper by himself and at least parting with them long enough to let Freddie open them.
Freddie was very sweet with Hans through all of the celebrating and more than once offered to let Hans open a gift. (I don't think the reverse will be true come a 3rd birthday in June!)
Freddie got to pick dinner for the night and he insisted on going to neighborhood place I don't like. His reasoning: but we never go there so that is why I want to go on my birthday. Ugh.
He got his shirley temple and we toasted him.
Aunt Lizzie made sure this February baby had a king cake birthday cake. If you're celebrating during the Mardi Gras season you just have to have a king cake!
Whew! We loved celebrating five! I'm still not so sure about being mama to a five year old, but we've gotten off to a great start.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Loving… You love EVERYTHING. And people notice. And comment. You are excited about life, and it's contagious. You walk through life with a smile on your face. This makes those around you smile.
Hating… I am not so sure you *hate* anything other than heights but let's see, what do you whine about…hmmm…You whine about your sleeves or socks being bunched up or not comfortable. You whine about having to eat supper. You whine about your brother, a lot actually. All typical five year old guy stuff.
Eating… Your appetite ebbs and flows. You went through a big eating phase recently but now you'd be content to eat like a bird again. And you're pretty much into the dramatics of "hating" everything on your plate. You do like burgers, and really just want the patty not the bun. You like apples and have recently discovered you like carrot sticks. Oh, I guess I should also mention you eat s-l-o-w-l-y. I actually think you'd eat a lot more if you'd just hush it and eat OR if everyone sat at the table for two hours. The other day you explained you were so hungry at school but couldn't finish your apples because you didn't want to be the last person sitting at the table. I am sure you talk nonstop at the school lunch table.
Reading… Can I tell you how much joy it brings to Dada and me to see you so interested in books and so curious about the information contained on the pages. You are well aware of the idea that just about anything you want to know can be found in a book. (Although we do sit and research your questions on the internet pretty frequently as well.) You always come home with some tidbit of information you remember from the story at school.
|Freddie with straight hair, his bud with curly hair|
|Writing thank you notes|
Drawing… You have become a prolific artist, brining home multiple illustrations from school each day. You'll often ask for paper and crayons at home to draw pictures for Dada. Some of your drawings are of people and they typically include a round head with eyes with pupils, round body with a belly button, two legs, sometimes two arms, and sometimes hair. You usually add in an identifying characteristic as well, such as your friend Taor's curly hair. Boats, rainbows, hearts, cars, houses, gardens, dinosaurs….you draw it all, mostly using just one or two colors or using a pencil. Your signature drawing for me is a few figures to represent our family surrounded by hearts. I get one of these little drawing about once a week. And NOTHING can be thrown away!
Playing with…. You really enjoy building right now. The blocks and magna tiles and legos get the most use of all the toys in the house, currently. You are also interested in board games and card games., wanting to play Go Fish over and over and over. Having Hans around makes playing these games a little difficult though. You're starting to understand strategies for games like Blokus and Go Fish. Doing the puzzles that are often on in your magazines and kids' menus and tic tac toe are also "must dos" in your book.
Wearing…. Size 4-5 in tops and bottoms, size 10 shoe. You're thin so slims work best. Thankfully you're not really picky about what you wear and you're still more than ok with mama selecting all of your clothes. You definitely set up some guidelines…you like shirts with "stuff on them" and you are not into turtlenecks or anything close to your neck. You love to hear how "handsome" you look when you put on a collared shirt and comb your hair.
Watching…. You watch one or two shows a day some days and some days none at all. Your current favorites are all PBS shows…Super Why, Word Girl, and Wild Kratts. You've seen a few movies in the theater and every once in a while we'll try them at home but you really do not like conflict or death and are very sensitive. We can't watch The Lion King because the thought of the father lion dying brings you to tears. I love hear the belly laughs when we watch anything Charlie Brown as Snoopy cracks you up.
Stalling…. Oh man can you stall sometimes. Getting you dressed can be like pulling teeth. You spend forever in the bathroom all by yourself dilly dallying around. I mean, I'm talking like 30 minutes or more just to get yourself dressed. I had to relegate your dressing to the bathroom because it is just best if I don't see you fooling around. I thought there'd be fewer distractions in the bathroom as well, but apparently not.
|"Spring" training. You'll be playing baseball in April|
Sneaking….You have just begun testing out hiding things in your shirt that you shouldn't have and walking past me to bring it to a private location to examine. I'm not talking about matches or cans of beers, but one morning this week it was a tiny brush I had on the counter which I specifically asked you not to play with. I try not to make a major deal out of these things although I do spout off a short snippet about honesty. You get the same talk when I ask you about eating your lunch and I sense you perhaps tossed something and just want to tell me you ate it. I explain it is important to tell the truth and accept the consequences that come with it.
|Keeping score (Being bossy)|
Talking about… Oh my god, you can talk child. You do not stop. You go on and on and on. I have a feeling tis is the cause of you not being able to eat your lunch at school. It certainly means we have some long "leisurely" suppers because you have lots to say about your day, your friends, the weather, something you noticed on the train, an interesting fact from a book. I think Hans is folioing in your footsteps because the two of you battle for airtime at the supper table. You talk. A lot.
Singing…. Music is on in our house a lot. There are time when it is quiet, but for the most part something is playing in the background. Often if a song comes on that you like you will run over to the iPod to check out who the artist is. You recognize the album covers from your favorite musicians. Recently I've been trying to play more classics…The Beatles and Queen are popular with you but you'll recognize Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. I love when you let me know we're listening to "Jazz," or even better, "New Orleans music" which is how you refer to funk. You're still a big fan of reggae and I can't say I blame you because it is about as close to a beachy slow paced vibe we get in this city.
Sleeping…. You sleep hard. You snore. You are asleep before your head hits the pillow. You are generally sleeping from 7.30pm-7.00am, and I think you'd sleep more if you didn't hear every sound from our tiny apartment in your room. The days wear you out. I'm glad you are physically and mentally exhausted each day. Some days I think you'd probably nap if you'd slow down just for a minute. On those nights when you are really tired, you snore, and I mean you SNORE. You still have Tigey with you each night, asking for him if he isn't in bed already.
Feelings about his family…. Freddie you are so affectionate and loving. I hope you always give Mama a kiss first thing in the morning. I love seeing you hug Hans goodbye each morning at school. Hearing you say "I love you, and Hans, and Dada so, so, so much" makes my heart explode each and every time. And you say it pretty regularly. Now don't get me wrong, you can give me some sass and run off to your room in a wailing mess of tears and you're quick to clobber your brother when's he's aggravating you and those things happen more frequently than I'd like but I know it is all part of growing up and doesn't tarnish your loving, affectionate way.
Correcting…. You are a no it all. I'll leave it at that for now but I know there will be many battles relating to this in our future. I do not look forward to doing homework with you, especially considering this week you insisted I didn't know how to write the number seven properly.
Freddie, you are so excited about being 5, and I am so excited for you. I've loved watching and getting to know you as a 4 year old and I know 5 is going to be awesome as well. I look at you each day and think how lucky we are to share this life with you. You bring so much joy to me and Dada and all who love you. Happy birthday, Freddie Boo.