Five

He likes pancakes, strawberry smoothies, and french fries.

He loves going to school; I suspect it's mostly for the social aspect.

He never wants to lose, and he never wants you to lose. So usually he declares a tie.

He rarely will say what his favorite is in any given category--whether it's a friend, babysitter, food, or animal--he always says he likes all of them.

Except the color red. Red has been his favorite for more than two years. And his favorite cake is strawberry cake--even if he's never had it--because strawberries are red.

He's the tallest five year old in his class at preschool, Sunday School, and Cubbies.

He loves going to Cubbies and to church. For a while he would cry and throw a fit every time we tried to leave.

When I asked him earlier today if he knew his Cubbies verse, Lamentations 3:23, (Great is your faithfulness) he looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Of course, Mom. It's a song!" Then he proceeded to sing the old hymn, "Great is Thy Faithfulness" in his best opera voice. He only knows one line, but it's pretty key to the song.

I take credit for any singing ability he has. Especially in the operatic genre.

He's not very patient. Halfway through most events--a movie, the circus, a drive in the car--he'll say, "I thought we'd be home by now. Didn't you?"

He hears every single conversation I don't want him to hear, and proceeds to ask a million questions about it.

He never hears me give instructions, and will readily admit he wasn't listening when I ask him why he hasn't put his shoes on or gathered his coat and mittens or brushed his teeth.

He is the best at going to bed. He's usually asleep in five minutes or less. But he'll always ask if he can stay up a few more minutes and "cuddle," because he knows I'm a pushover for a good cuddle.

His best friends are Alex, Sammy, Claire, and Anne Marie. He's not sure if he will marry Claire or Anne Marie, but right now Anne Marie has an edge over Claire because Claire growls at him, and "it's scary."

If he could, he'd eat at McDonald's and Dunkin Donuts for every meal, every day.

He hates any food that is green, even though we make him eat something green almost every day.

Back when he was "regular four" he only liked peanut butter sandwiches, but when he turned four and a half, he started liking peanut butter AND jelly sandwiches.

He has favorite stuffed animals and he pretends they are real. Christmas Puppy, Baby Pooh, Jake, Froggie, and Little Bear. And when he sleeps with them at night, they must be lined up in that exact order. The order has something to do with size--smallest ones on the outside of the lineup, and biggest in the middle. And the smaller ones that are closest to his heart (physically speaking) are the ones that are closest to his heart (emotionally speaking). 

He is good at spelling, computer games, typing, and he can read a little. His handwriting is atrocious. He can hardly write his own name legibly, probably because he's destined to be a doctor.

However, he says he wants to be a daddy when he grows up, probably because he has such an amazing one. 

He loves to read from his Jesus Storybook Bible every night before bed, and when we write down the things we pray for, he always asks to pray about the exact same things. Every night... "That the Judge says yes. That M, M, and D come home soon. That DeeDee doesn't get no more headaches. That Mrs. Berger's leg gets better. (A lady we haven't seen in months, but she left a deep impression on him.) And that Baby Brendan and Little Allie get better soon."

He loves to be tickled. In fact, he begs to be tickled. He can't fathom why I don't enjoy it.

He has a love-hate relationship with our dog, Lucy. He is very proud of her, and he brags about her to his friends. But it bothers him that Lucy always wants to sit close to me, "in his spot." It also bothers him that Lucy can't do any tricks. I try to explain that some dogs are cute and some are smart, but he keep suggesting that she go to school.

He loves bow ties. And wearing fancy clothes. But most days you'll find him in jeans, a t-shirt, and barefoot.

He hates wearing socks. I think it's because he was born in Florida. 

The first thing he does when he gets home from being out anywhere is sit on the couch, take off his socks, and clean between his toes. Every.time. It's like his little ritual.

He says he hates baths, but he always wants to stay in the tub for a long time--usually 45 minutes or longer.

I love the way he smells when he's fresh out of the tub, with baby shampoo scent on his silky blonde hair.

When he's sick he thinks it's great fun to sleep on the couch with Mommy, in the middle of the night, despite the fact that our couch isn't that long. Or wide. And the dog usually wants to join us. Oh, and he likes to lie right on top of me. 

In those moments, I remind myself that someday soon my little boy will be a big boy and won't want to snuggle up with his mom when he's coughing or congested or has a tummy ache. And so I breathe deeply, run my fingers across his cheek, and try to soak in every moment of his 4 year old love.

He's a boy through and through. He loves trucks, cars, monster machines, robots, light sabers, farting, and making weird boy noises.

His favorite TV show is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, even though I think he knows he's getting a little old for it.

He gets hot easily, and his cheeks flush read like his mom's, and his lily white skin easily burns in the sun. When he sweats he says he has "hot wet" on his skin.

The first thing I noticed about him when he was born was that his fingers look just like his dad's. And they still do.

His face will always tell you exactly what he's feeling.

He can't eat anything without getting it on his face. And he doesn't care.

He gets upset at injustice, but he'll readily forgive anyone who apologizes sincerely.

He has a long attention span and can play for nearly an hour by himself, making up storylines with toys that were never created to go together.

He hates coloring but he loves playing with yarn. Give him a ball of yarn and he'll be happy for the afternoon. And the house will resemble Charlotte's Web on crack.

There's so much more, but it would take forever to write everything I love about this boy. This boy who will turn five in just one more day.