He clearly can't believe it either.
Yes, it's true. This little bean, the highly unlikely result of my 2007 fertility treatment, and the first baby delivered in 2008 at Goleta Valley Hospital by my unfathomably ancient OB somehow turned five years old yesterday. I think he had a pretty good day.
After school we headed down to the children's museum in Portsmouth so he could greet the trains. Most of the time when we take pictures of Kurt and trains he's too blurry to be captured with the iPhone. So in the picture above he is merely rapt instead of ecstatic.
After the trains he and Maria ran around to the bubbles and science exhibits, enjoying themselves and absorbing no science whatsoever before they settled into the bus exhibit. The bus exhibit is always a highlight for them. It is literally a decommissioned bus. They love it.
Mostly they just sit in it.
In twenty years, when they have to get on a bus, bleary-eyed at seven in the morning to go to work, I'm going to show them this post.
Anyway, after the children's museum, we got some fries and headed home. Kurt asked to put on his rocket jammies at four thirty and seriously, how could deny such a request?
So he had his Official Birthday Cupcake in his PJs.
(When we told Maria we had to wait until after we sang Happy Birthday before we could eat our cupcakes, she offered her own warbly version immediately, all the better to speed things up. )
We sang Happy Birthday for real, and Kurt looked at us in wonder, as if he was hearing it for the first time.
Then he dug in and had his cupcake. And we subtly took a picture of him in the birthday hat.
We tried to get his height and weight. Forty two inches, give or take a couple of inches, and forty three-ish pounds. I dunno, he seems lanky. Since he's five, I will now give you Five Kurt Tidbits.
1. He's about eighty percent potty trained, and dude, I never imagined the sound of someone peeing could be so life affirming.
2. He likes to sing the song Some Nights by Fun.
3. He still loves fountains, bridges, lights, fans, freeways, tunnels, and bridges. A lot. I have driven to Norfolk about five times now for no reason other than Kurt wanted to go through this (admittedly well-engineered) tunnel, which plunges into the ocean mid-bridge.
4. He worships his New York City cousins. At school, Sebastian continues to occupy a special place in his heart. He's a fair weather friend to Sylvia and Baby Hannah. He has a love/murderous relationship with his sister.
5. Yesterday as I was lying in bed he came over and patted me like I was one of the cats. "Oh, Mommy," he cooed in a voice that sounded very much like the voice he uses when speaking to said cats, "Such a good Mommy." I purred.
I leave you now with a short video of my two children running around in circles.