Our son turned five last month.
My first baby.
FIVE! It's a milestone.
Wow! We have helped to keep someone alive for five years.
I had no idea how my life would change when my son was born.
I had a very hard time learning how to breastfeed and when Mr. coocoo would leave for work I frequently looked at my baby and thought, "it's just me and you baby, let's see if we can make it through the day!"
I love being a mom.
I (most of the time) enjoy my son.
Mr. coocoo and I truly love watching him grow and change.
My son, the only one of my three children who looks anything like me also has a personality just like mine and it exhaust me, as I've mentioned here.
I can appreciate it is hard being the oldest.
I am trying my best but I am definitely learning a lot about parenting as I go.
I sometimes have to apologize for "welling" (yelling).
When I was disciplining my son today he said, "Mom, I don't know everything now that I am five! I'm just learning how to be five." I can completely relate as I am just learning how to be a parent of a five year old.
The day before my son's birthday, I told him to enjoy the day because it was his last day to be four and he said, "I am glad. It has been a really tough year." When I asked him why he said,
"Well, you are always bossing me and telling me what to do!"
Wow! He has no idea.
He has also told me a few times recently, "this is the worst day of my life!"
I didn't want to break it to him it was going to get so much worse and I would probably be bossing him in a similar manner for the next
15 20 or so years.
My baby, my first born, my future
rocket man paleontologist, Daddy and I love you. You make everyday more joyful just because you are there.
~ Happy 5th Birthday! ~