Sammy Beans is Five

Dear Sam,

This procrastinating has gone on long enough. Writing this has been on my to-do list for more than a month. I have no idea what the problem is, but I sense it could be one or more of the following things:

1. Busy-ness - Life is crazy, baseball is almost every night, I am so so tired, wah wah wah.
2. Lazyness- Mad Men is back on. I also really loved the Bravo show Southern Charm. Don't judge.
3. Foxes - UGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
4. TMI- Meaning, there's so much to say about you, and I know I am not going to do it justice, so instead I choose to not do it, because I am a classic perfectionist/procrastinator.

But, not today my friend. Not today.

First, a very cute photo of you. (Apparently, instagram likes them to be HUGE when I embed them in the blog).



Okay, so five. Here's a quick rundown in the facets of your life that are important to be documented:

SCHOOL
* You are still rocking school, and still hate Fridays because that's the day you have Mass. You HATE Mass. (Lord Jesus forgive you.) I have many times had to do some horrible parenting bribes to just get you into the car for school the day of Mass. I have also had to lie to you, and have had Abe lie to you to get into the car. I'm not proud of it. (Lord Jesus forgive me.)

* You are still all about crafting. The other day you asked me if I knew what Mod Podge was. Clearly, you saw through my lie and proceeded to explain in detail what is, and how you use it. I heart that you love Mod Podge, pipe cleaners, and oil pastels.

* You are writing so much and now have taken to writing your "a's" in the fashion of "a" -- you know, like it's typed. Because apparently that is the way it should be, and you are rebelling against the Pre-K establishment. Your teachers let it fly, which is cool.

* You are also still obsessed with the Bible, and have amassed quite a collection of children's Bibles. You know all of the stories, and when you ask me questions about certain people -- say Joseph who had some sort of dream -- I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. I probably should take more interest in this and bulk up on my Bible knowledge.


CHUCK E CHEESE
I think this deserves it's own section. We had your fifth birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese, which was decided pretty much a year in advance by you. Your decision to have a party there never wavered once. I am sure seeing the commercials on Disney Channel did not hurt. Apparently, in some circles, going to Chuck E. Cheese is frowned upon because it's a public place, filled with gluten, and does not involve Pinterest chevron-ed decorations, but you are lucky that your mother does not care about that. And what my baby wants, my baby gets. (Also, see all of the numbered reasons above. FOXES.)

I think it's fair to say that you loved every second of it. You wore your "Birthday Boy" crown and medal proudly. It made me so happy that you were so happy. Things got even better when later in the week, your beloved Snackeez came in the mail. OMG. I have never seen anyone more happy about a cup. (Also, Chuck E Cheese is pretty fun, even for grownups. Uncle Robby and Aunt Karli had a super fun time.)


DRAMZ
So, I am going to try not to be negative here about this, but I think that this needs to be noted. You have always had a flair for drama, but for the last year or so, things have been sort of dormant. I am not sure why, but you were pretty chilled out. No real meltdowns or temper tantrums. But lately, you have really had some doozies. I am sure that child psychologist specialist has an official opinion on the matter, but I think it has something to do with your independence, and your need to exert this. Which, I am totally down with. In fact, I love that you are strong-willed and independent.




However, I am less than thrilled when you decide you want to do what you want to do at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. This weekend we went to the Grand Prix at the IMS. It was a beautiful day and exciting! With race cars and Kid Zones and flags and food, etc. etc. Me and Baba had taken you and Abe to the Kid Zone. After about five minutes Abe was "so over it" so he and Baba left. We hung out for awhile, and then you decided you were done.

You also decided you wanted me to carry you back to our destination because your legs were tired. I consider myself a strong girl, but carrying a 45 lb child around is not something that I can pull off with ease or grace. So, you walked. I held your hand as you screamed and cried.

We finally made it to the bank of elevators to go up to our air conditioned suite (with beer), and I told you that we were not going up until you stopped crying. So, I waited. Because you definitely were not going to give up that easily (I was having flashbacks of "crying it out" with you, and you are one stubborn dude).

But, then you stopped. You looked up at me, reached up, and I picked you up. Both of us exhausted and sweaty. You squeezed my neck so tight and put your head on my shoulder.

I carried you up the rest of the way.

Sometimes, you will have to walk on your own, but I will be there to carry you, too. Up the elevator, or when you are 30.



(Just not always literally. Because you are heavy, and you are going to be really big someday.)

Love,
Mama