We can't even remember what it was ever like having a 4-year-old running around our place, now that we are graced with the presence of a precocious 5-year-old. "Five-year-olds dress themselves, Mom." But of course. "Five-year-olds can chew gum, Mom." You don't say? The goal was to make his day, the 23rd, as special as possible (though grateful we had already celebrated with party and presents a few months ago). But no matter how hard we tried to make it a Christmas-free day, it was awfully hard. We did manage to turn off the holiday music, visit a Dinosaur Museum, eat out at Panda Express, (Isaac's choice) then gorge on cake. At day's end when I asked what his favorite part of the day was, he chimed, "I love being five." Not to go back to 4 ever, ever again. :)
Homemade superhero birthday hats. What, can't you tell that's Spider-man perched precariously on Ikey's head?
Great-Grandma Smith's famous hot water sponge cake with brown sugar frosting. Num.
(So technically, thanks to generous Omas, he did have one present to open, which was allowable).
We love our little--ahem--BIG Ike-bug! Happy five!
