David is five years old today.


And he still weighs less than the amount of weight I gained when I was pregnant with him.


Everyone knows about the terrible twos, and then you have a three-nager. There is no similar catch-phrase for four-year olds. Or if there is I’ve never heard it.

Four was such a great year, and I can already tell five is going to be even better. It’s as if he shed his rough edges as he officially left toddlerhood. Sure, he still has tantrums, he still hits his sister, and he still says, “MOMMY! GIVE ME MY WATER RIGHT NOW!” And, yes, I had to bribe him to smile for these pictures.

So he’s still a kid.

But mostly he’s just awesome.


Happy birthday to my biggest boy.


Thanks, Tori, for the special shirt! Get one here

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