He’s five, and I’m a stranger.

I never ever write, no matter how often I say I am going to.  So I think I should just not acknowledge it and just do it when I want to. Nothing exciting happens, our life is happy and very rarely not.  
Mostly people want to write to get opinions about the bad. Right?

Cooper turns FIVE in 3 days. FIVE.  Five is the big time, it’s not a preschooler, or a toddler, especially not a baby.  It’s a kid.  A pure and simple kid.  A kid who maybe hasn’t learned to be quite so naughty yet, but it’s pretty close.  A kid who hasn’t learned that teasing people is fun.. at least quite not yet.  A kid who hasn’t learned what bad words are REALLY bad.. he still thinks "stupid" is the worst one! 

Cooper just keeps growing up.  He hardly ever plays with my hair anymore, when it used to be a nightly occurrence.  he goes to bed with very little fighting (shall we mention that watching Transformers Prime is a big part of our bedtime routine? JUDGE, please judge!).  He has a mouth full of cavities that were fixed last august, so his smile is a bit more metallic, but no less amazing.

He can write sooo many letters, he can identify (according to his jk teacher) 37 of the upper and lower case letters.  He is sweet, and loving.  He is also easily frustrated, can throw a hell of a fit, and loves yelling.  

He is having a transformers birthday, with four little buddies who has known from daycare and school.  With a family party afterwards for pizza. 

HOW CAN HE BE FIVE?

So many things, that I was sure would never end (uh, 5am wakes ups?! oh no, that’s avery now) are now just memories in the wind.  Things I wish I would have written down, but never did.  Even though I AM a mom, I can’t believe I have been a mom for so long.  
He’s still a pain to get to eat at supper time, but sometimes I can bribe our way through it. 
He still naps when required, I try at least once a week.. 
He is usually nice with his sister, but sometimes, well he’s not.  He looks after her in the mornings when he wakes up.  They play in his room together, he is sweet as pie. 

he loves school, is exhausted afterwards.  Last week he received 2 pieces of artwork from girls.  He said "they are crushing on him" and "the heart means love" 

I look back at baby pictures and think.. "what’s one more baby?" but then I remember I have 2 perfect ones, and don’t know if my heart could stretch any further.  

Happy Birthday Coop-a-loop.  You are my heart, soul, and everything in between, be careful what you do out there, with your life, because you are my heart walking around, and I can’t handle loosing any of it. 

FIVE!