Week Eleven: Big Kids

Emily is finally five. Just ask her and she'll proudly hold out, count 'em, five fingers. The night before her bithday on Friday she came in our room and I couldn't resist one last snuggle with my four-year-old and I said, "Ohhhhh, she's never going to be four again!". To which Emily replied, "I'm kind of tired of being four". Oh, okay then. At least Will still snuggles me willingly (Or at least he can't really protest at this point). Although I keep telling him not to get any bigger, just to stay small. Then every morning he wakes up one day older, and I'll think, okay, just this much bigger, but that's it.

I can't believe that in five years Will will be that big. But he will be before I know it. And Emily will be ten! Yikes. Of course my own mother probably still can't get over the fact that I have kids of my own, such is probably the nature of parenthood. Sigh!

These two kids really are starting to form a bond. Emily worries about every little thing Will does, and asks everyday how old he is (eleven weeks old honey, same as yesterday). And I think Will is on his way to idolizing Emily. Good thing she appreciates the attention I guess. I don't recall caring nearly as much about my brother when we were these ages (we're five years apart too). But I guess that's just Emily's nature, she's really very sweet and caring. We went to get their picture taken last weekend and while the two month old was smiling away and cooperating beautifully, Emily was so concerned about holding Will, that each picture of her looked like she was sick. It captured the true moment I guess, but so much for the picture perfect sibling photo.

The countdown to kindergarten has begun, and I'm secretly looking forward to having half the day with only one child. Ian comes home from working and asks what we did all day, I'm kind of at a loss - uh, held the baby?. I know he appreciates what I do - but I'm not used to having nothing to show for my day. Well not that two happy children are nothing, but you know. Okay, well, one happy kid and one tempermental five year old.

Ah, and in other news, Will is an enormous baby, just as we suspected. He had his two month checkup this last week, and he weighs a whopping 14lbs and 14oz. He's in the 95% for both height and weight, which we've been bragging about to all our family and friends. It's a weird thing though, you'd think the way we parents use those growth charts, soceity actually desired huge tall people. Then when you meet someone with a small baby, it's like they failed some test or something. Aww, only 60th percentile? Too bad, maybe you'll do better next time.

But we love our fat, tall baby, and our big big five year old.