Saturday was a busy day and a day I've been looking towards for almost two years. What could be so exciting you ask? My youngest turned five years old. Five. Five means lots of special things for him (and me).
Five is an important milestone...it not only means that I've been able to survive some of the most mentally exhaustive years of my life as a mother, but it also means that in just a little over three-and-a-half months from now my youngest will be attending full day Kindergarten. I almost thought this day would never come. I mean, with poop smears and all, I was beginning to think I had at least three more years left until I could have a quiet home to myself all day long.
Some mothers cry when their children go off to school. Some mothers sit back, smile, and feel like jumping on their bed for joy. I'm certainly in that latter category.
For my youngest's fifth birthday, I wanted to do something special for his cake so this year we went to Walmart and looked at big boy toys for a while. First, I secretly sneaked the Ironman car into my shopping buggy. Then I went down another aisle and found two monster trucks for half the price and sneaked them into my buggy. Sneaked them because my youngest was with me. I thought I was doing a great job until he grabbed one of my clearance Miley Cyrus t-shirts in an effort to see what I put under them.
So I lied and told him the monster trucks were for his older brother's friend.
Which was a big mistake on my part because that is when the crying ensued. Lots of crying and screams and "I want that monster truck!" Horrible, terrible mistake I'm telling you. However, I kept my fib up all day and all night and all the next day and then made him his birthday cake:
He couldn't have been more happy to have such a wonderfully looking cake.
Oh who am I kidding? He didn't even touch the cake. He just wanted that monster truck.
My friends, I am the only one who ate that deliciousness called chocolate and crushed Butterfingers. The. Only. One.
"Mommy, you tricked me!" was all my youngest would say to me at cake time.
And then later that same day he had a present waiting for me on my kitchen counter:
Flies, rolly pollies, slugs, and spiders...oh my!
Friends, my son got me back.