Well . . . I am shocked to look at the calendar and discover we are approximately a month away from Demon Baby's 5th birthday.
Five years.
The glorious news is this means kindergarten in the fall. Though he tells me--DAILY--that he will NEVER go on the yellow school bus and leave me. I am both delirious with anticipation of some silence and me time. And horribly sad. My last little bird is leaving the nest. Albeit from 8:00 to 2:00.
Five years.
Five years of hilarious escapades. Of collapsed ceilings and broken vacuums. Of syrup thrown off the second-story landing and dogs fed Raisin Bran. Of my diamond ring ending up in the dog's water dish, and more crayon on my walls than Crayola could ever imagine. [DAMN them!]
I have loved this child as fiercely as a mother can. I have fretted over his little idiosyncracies. I have shed a LOT of tears of frustration. I have prayed. A lot. I have yelled in my weak moments, and cheered him on in the great moments.
And I decided it was time to change the name of the blog. I'm not sure yet. I'm thinking Wonder Boy and Me . . . but we'll see. He's not a Demon BABY anymore. But he is pretty special.
And for any long-time readers, it's a reminder. Time flies. Kiss your loved ones. Hug your kids. Ignore the crayon and even the syrup on the walls. Because SOMEDAY your baby will be a boy. And then before you know it . . . a man.
Five years.
The glorious news is this means kindergarten in the fall. Though he tells me--DAILY--that he will NEVER go on the yellow school bus and leave me. I am both delirious with anticipation of some silence and me time. And horribly sad. My last little bird is leaving the nest. Albeit from 8:00 to 2:00.
Five years.
Five years of hilarious escapades. Of collapsed ceilings and broken vacuums. Of syrup thrown off the second-story landing and dogs fed Raisin Bran. Of my diamond ring ending up in the dog's water dish, and more crayon on my walls than Crayola could ever imagine. [DAMN them!]
I have loved this child as fiercely as a mother can. I have fretted over his little idiosyncracies. I have shed a LOT of tears of frustration. I have prayed. A lot. I have yelled in my weak moments, and cheered him on in the great moments.
And I decided it was time to change the name of the blog. I'm not sure yet. I'm thinking Wonder Boy and Me . . . but we'll see. He's not a Demon BABY anymore. But he is pretty special.
And for any long-time readers, it's a reminder. Time flies. Kiss your loved ones. Hug your kids. Ignore the crayon and even the syrup on the walls. Because SOMEDAY your baby will be a boy. And then before you know it . . . a man.
[P.S. And the top picture? Me TRYING to take our family Christmas pictures. It was a freezing cold day. December 20th to be exact. And he is barefoot and running around on the frozen ground. That says it all. I suppose I'm lucky he wore pants.]
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11 comments:
You could change it to Demon BOY and Me, then you can keep the DB. :)
Happy early birthday to the little guy, and thanks for the reminder today.
Time really does fly. I have a hard time wrapping my mind around my guys being 5. I hate to see Demon Baby go, but I'm sure Little Demon Man will be just as great! I LOVE how the kitten seems so interested in what he's doing in the 2nd pic.
Actually, I was enchanted with the 2nd picture,
#1) he looks so peaceful and content
#2) the kitten watching him intently is too cute
#3) I was impressed he appeared to have on 2 layers of clothing. ;)
Maybe instead of Demon Baby, we could keep the DB and call him Dynamic-Boy
Not to repeat what others said, but I was blown away by the second picture, too. That picture is perfect! That should be in a museum or a book or something.
He's turning five? Wow. I thought we met when he was two. I guess we did. Wow, time flies. This is weird, but I'm going to miss him. :-(s
Adorable photos! That second one is such a beautiful moment in time.
I loved Pita-woman's suggestion of Dynamic Boy, that way you keep the DB.
I third the vote for the 2nd picture for all the reasons mentioned by pita-woman.
Hugged. Kissed. And I suppose I'll ignore the mess I found in my closet this morning. DD likes to dump all my stuff out. It's a lot of stuff. I can't see the floor. *sigh*
I don't want to appreciate what I have. I want to whine and complain like crazy. It helps to pass the time. ;)
Happy 5th birthday, DB!
I can still feel my 19-year old son as a baby in my arms. I can feel the weight and the warmth. It was only yesterday.
Not sure about the new name for the blog but I know you will come up with something perfect to depict the boy he has grown into.
It's not original, but "The Naked Truth" seems as appropriate here as anywhere ;-)
Happy Birthday, Demon Baby!
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