5 year old K.

Here is the interview for this amazing guy

1. What is your favorite color? uhhh, uummm, green
2. What is your favorite thing to do? draw
3. What is something you like to learn about?  letters
4. If were invisible for a day, what would you do?  do what ever I want. .. draw.  
5. What is something Mommy always says to you?  I love you

6. What is something Daddy always says to you?  I love you
7. What is the best thing about you? I like to draw
8. If you feel sad, what makes you happy?  warm, warm hugs
9. What makes you a good friend?  sleep because it makes me AWESOME
10. What do you want to be when you grow up?  a scuba diver
11. Where is your favorite place to go? the Georgia Aquarium
12. What is the yuckiest thing you can think of? bugs
13. If you can do anything in the whole wide world, what would you do?  Be awesome by being fancy.

cup stacking

When A. went to Kindergarten orientation, someone mentioned cup stacking to me.  I thought it was the most ridiculous thing that I had ever heard.  What on earth is stacking cups?  How do you have a team of stacking cups?

However, when A. went into 1st grade, she was asked to be on the team.  She would go one morning a week and practice her stacking.  She LOVED it. 

This year, is the only time that these two will be in the same school until high school.  So, when A was invited and K was also able to participate, we jumped on it.  

K's 3-6-3

A.- cycle

I mean, why stop at cup stacking.  There are also jumbo cups and mini cups.

This year, they had a show case at the end of the "season"  Since it is the only time that they can be on the same team, B. and I both wanted to go.  I had to stop by and do some last minute snack pick up because, well, three kids has not helped me be prepared.  B. loaded up the kiddos and was going to meet me there.  As soon as we pulled up in the parking lot, A. revealed that she left her back pack at home.  Daddy, being awesome, went home to get it.  But, A. could not concentrate.  She was sooo sad that he was missing the showcase.

She perched herself by the window.  At first, she was just waiting.  Then other parents would try to get her engaged.  Then other kids went to invite her over.  Then the tears started.  That poor thing missed a huge portion of her showcase.  Thankfully,  her time is something like 22 seconds so once she did finally get to show Daddy, it didn't take long!

first heart break

K. is 5 years old today.  That in itself is crazy.  This past week, B. was sick with up to a 104 fever with strep; it started while he was in NC on a business trip and then he was locked in our room for the next 3 days. He never gets sick so that was also crazy.   R. had his first cold and coughed so hard that he was choking on Tues night.  The fear that still runs through my body when I think about it is crazy.  I got sick on Thursday-- all in all, planning a party was crazy.  

But, we got healthy, moved the party to church so that no one was infected by our germy house, and were ready to roll.  THis year was the first year that K.  planned his own guest list.  We allow our kids to invite one more kid than the age that they are.  He didn't invite my friends kids, but wanted kids from school.  After I got over my own feelings and realized that it was his party and not mine, I looked up the class list and sent out the invites.  All he kept saying was, "I hope that C. comes."  Me too buddy.  I sent out the reminder email and singled out her mom making sure she knew how excited that K. was to have her come to his party.  

Party day arrived; we had giant boxes made to look like legos, lego face masks, and a lego guy come to lead the kids in making 2 models

The kids that came were having fun but I kept noticing my boy stopping and staring at the door.  "When is C. coming?"  I don't know, buddy.

 

He got to make the scariest lego guy ever.  "When is C. coming?"  I don't know buddy.  Meanwhile, I'm thinking to myself, "If I ever meet C.'s mom, I may punch her in the face."  

B. was noticing it as well. He came up and said, "broken heart but we're working through it."  

Well C., you may have been the first broken heart, but, i"m sure you're not the last.  And, sorry for you but, he was over it by cake time.  

Happy 5th birthday to my artistic yet rambunxious, serious yet hilarious, amazingly fantastic boy.