Henry turned five this month. Thankfully, for me, he still doesn't think he's a big boy. He's decided that he won't acheive that status until he's "a daddy." He did tell me recently what being a daddy will mean to him...he's going to make popcorn for the whole family, buy candy for "the kiddies" and we'll all watch a movie together and it will be "a daddy movie." He was stumped for a minute because he realized if he was a daddy then Kate and Addy would be mommies and we'd need more seating. I told him I would buy a bigger couch. He then proceeded to tell me that I would also need to buy a new bed so he could sleep with Phil and me. I guess we'll cross that bridge when he actually IS a daddy. He told me he would drive Phil's car and go to work, but Phil won't be working any more. I guess Phil has educated Henry on retirement.
The one way that he IS growing up though; he has stopped proposing to me and Phil and recently informed me that he is going to get his OWN wife. THAT'S maturity.
The first two photos here just make me laugh...and wonder. Henry calls this, "blinding mahseelf."
and the obligatory opening gifts photos...