Friday, June 26, 2015

owen, lately. [5 year old edition.]

It was in the blink of an eye that I became the mother to a 5 year old. A half of a decade passed during the time it took me to blink. I can hardly believe that my first born will be heading off to kindergarten in less than 2 months.

He's a leader. This isn't something I would have said about him a year ago - I think being a veteran in his pre-k class gave him the opportunity to step into that role. I'll be interested to see how this evolves in a new setting this next year.

He's helpful and capable of doing so much on his own. He can help set the table, get his own glass of water, dress himself, open doors, buckle himself in the carseat, fetch something in another room, etc. With 2 under age 2, it's so dreamy to have a self-sufficient one in the house.

He's athletic. The kid lives to play sports. We are in the season of baseball, so it's obviously his favorite right now. But having played organized soccer, baseball, and basketball this past year has been so fun to watch him develop a love of the game. Allllll the games.

He's really an outstanding big brother. He's proud, he's affectionate, and he truly loves being a big brother. With our newest addition, he has shifted a bit towards a paternal role (sometimes by necessity - ha!) with both of his little siblings. It's not uncommon to find him lying on the floor talking enthusiastically to Sadie, causing her whole body wiggle with excitement.

He's curious, and he loves to learn. He has begun reading beginner level books, and he asks the meaning of words he doesn't know when being read to. He's such a sponge - especially about the things he loves most. He officially knows more about the sport of baseball than I do, thanks to watching games with his daddy and asking questions along the way.

We don't watch a lot of TV with the exception of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for Brooks in the mornings, and baseball at night - but he also is completely enamored by "How It's Made," and would choose that over any cartoon, but second to Royals baseball.

He's sensitive. Sometimes to a fault, but also one of the things that I really love about him in certain situations. (He gets it from his Daddy.) We have really been working with him over the last couple of years with "taking control" of his emotions. But it also has shown through - in such pure, tender, and thoughtful ways - on so many occasions with regards to losing his Grandma. And well, that really tugs at my heartstrings.

He loves pizza. He's competitive. His Daddy is his best friend. The two of them are the best playmates.  He's becoming less of a morning person - often grouchy if someone wakes him. He has a wonderful imagination. He likes to ride his biked to the park - a skill he has mastered for now, until we take off the training wheels! He's social. He laughs at burps and farts and his brother running through the house naked. He loves to be in the spotlight and make people laugh. He loves his friends and family.

He's our 5-year-old who seems far too grown up, but I adore the little person he is becoming.

Do you remember Owen at 3 and 4? Take a look back!

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