This is Six

These days, life is a crazy mess of counseling my sensitive Bowie through his tweens, preparing him for middle school. And chasing around a toddler. You know how you forget all that labor stuff and that’s how we keep having babies? Well I’m pretty sure we forget the toddler years too. They are insane. They get into everything. Life is busy.

And somewhere in the middle is my Ferris. My sweet rainbow baby. Definitely the biggest personality in the family. He has big feelings, strong feelings, and he knows how to “use his words” to let us know. He’s hilarious. He’s brave. He’s creative. He’s fierce. And he’s finally six. He’s waited so patiently.

And he’s finally in Kindergarten! What a relief for all of us. He missed the birthday cutoff last year (September 1st) and had to wait a whole year longer than his friends at preschool, which he found extremely frustrating. I pulled him out of that school and did some minor homeschooling, which was stressful and tiring. Two years before, I had imagined myself having all this time to myself. I could write a book! Get a job! Volunteer! But, I ended up not only having another baby, but also having my preschooler at home full time. But, we managed.

Sometimes Ferris is the typical middle child, getting lost in the shuffle. But most of the time, his very big personality is there and you can’t forget him. Everything about him is unique. From the way he talks to the way he thinks. He has a certain logical belief about everything. Food, the universe, animals, sports, weather. He pontificates on the origin, mechanics, reasoning and conclusion about all of it. He has to think it out, and he tends to do his thinking out loud. Seeing the world through his eyes is amazing.

And the questions. Oh my, the questions. He’s so interested in every subject. He is always asking me to show him a picture of something on my phone. A whale. A stegosaurus. A baby in a mommy’s belly. Argentina. Freddie Mercury. He has to see what it is we are talking about or referring to. So he can fully understand.

Ferris prefers his room messy. “That way, I can see all of the things I have to play with and I can choose.” “But, if everything is organized, you can find exactly what you need.” “But then I’d have to clean up the other thing I was playing with and I can’t just sit and clean all day.”

He is boldly and blatantly honest and open. Ferris is the one who will tell strangers, “The doctor shot me.” When someone notices our fish aquarium, “We used to keep the rats in that spot. They’re dead now. We buried them outside.”

Swear words and insults are all “F words,” so if he tells you someone said the F word, just double check what word that might have been. Because it more than likely was, “stupid.”

School provides each kid a folder for papers. Every single paper that he brings home has been folded and shoved to the bottom of his backpack.

Ferris’ teacher told us he really thinks differently about things than most kids. And she encouraged us to have him tested for Gifted and Talented. And the morning I turned in the paper for it (all wrinkled and creased, because it was in his backpack), we woke up to realize he had cut a chunk out of his hair at some point during the night. Ferris has pretty strict scissor rules, because Ferris, and one of them is not having them in his room. Our old preschool director did say sneaking and lying, while not good behavior, are a sign of intelligence in kids. So, yeah. Gifted and talented. 

Current favorite things: cats, Jeeps, camping, warm fuzzy blankets, bedtime stories, Minecraft, Legos, We Will Rock You by Queen, pizza, changing into his pajamas after school, picking from the prize box at school, tape, hearing what he was like as a baby.

He will not hesitate to tell you what he really thinks. Sometimes inappropriately and way too loud in public. This honesty will serve him well later in life. Right now, he really doesn’t need to comment on how old someone looks, or tell the party helpers at the Children’s Museum that the volcanoes at his old school were way better, or let his piano teacher know how very boring his lesson was this week.

It will be exciting to watch him soar. He is fearless. He will be a force to be reckoned with. I can’t imagine what he’ll want to be or do when he’s an adult, he’s interested in so many things. But I know he will have a million friends and he will succeed in any path he chooses. Because he is so open and honest and kind and determined.

I hope all the funny and adorable stuff he blurts out sometimes won’t stop as he gets older. It’s too amazing. And even though he said, “Your belly’s big. Are you having another baby,” I still love him to bits.

ferris six

Five

On Sunday, my dear sweet Ferris, my now middle child, turned five. Aside from being super mad that he can’t go to Kindergarten now, and didn’t magically overnight learn how to read and write, he’s pretty excited.

He’s as hilarious as he is cute, and he’s pretty darn cute. And he’s so unique, and not afraid to let his personality show. And a unique boy needs a unique celebration. The day started off with some birthday pancakes at Denny’s. Then, we took him on a shopping spree at Toys R Us, mainly because we forgot to get presents until the last minute, but if he asks, we thought it would just be more fun!

birthday pancakes

Then it was off to Golf N Stuff with friends. It’s a place here in Tucson with mini-golf, bumper boats, go karts and an arcade. It’s basically the best place to spend a kid’s birthday. After that, we headed to Dairy Queen for ice cream, and then at bedtime he got to play with his new toys in his for a while before going to bed. All in all, a good day had by everyone.

putt putt

 

birthday ice cream

He’s becoming his own little person in so many ways. Of course, anything his big brother loves, he loves too. But he’s always putting his own little spin on all of it.

He mispronounces like, a million words. I don’t have the heart to correct him, it’s just way too sweet. Some examples: kitty glitter (kitty litter), sprinkle water (sparkling water), Pandaspress (Panda Express, his favorite restaurant), flip flaps (flip flops), roaster coaster (roller coaster), Golfing Stuff (Golf N Stuff) and scream time (screen time). He also likes to tell us how he’s feeling using the infinitive. “I feel like to poop.” “I feel like to sleep.” “I feel like to have cereal.”

Favorite things: Scream time (see above), Minecraft, Legos, cats, dogs, dinosaurs, robots, knock knock jokes, salami, dirt, horsepower (when we are driving and the engine revs), Jeep adventures, arts and crafts, root beer, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, McDonald’s Playplaces, and making poop and fart jokes.

Least favorite things: not getting a turn during Scream Time, having his picture taken, the fact that his car door is still child locked, bedtime, leaving school, chocolate (weirdo), and apparently, riding in someone else’s car (we tried a carpool thing with friends and it did NOT go over well).

It’s amazing to watch him grown and become his own little man. So much of him reminds me of when my younger brother was a kid, which is very heartwarming. I’m just thankful he hasn’t needed stitches yet, very much UNLIKE my younger brother.

Happy fifth birthday to my dearest Ferris, I’m sorry you’re the middle child now, but being sandwiched between siblings has got to have some benefit to it, right? I vow to make sure I remember to douse you with as much mom love as I can. I hope you have a great year, even though you don’t get to go to Bowie’s school quite yet. Here’s to 5 and all the exciting stuff to come.

Two

Ferris at 2

Two years ago, after a quick but intense labor, and a lightning-speed delivery, they placed you, my little Fer-Bear, in my arms for the first time.

And then I blinked and you are turning two years old. Darn that blinking!

Likes: milk, pretzels, Caillou, trucks, cars, airplanes, trains, crayons, play dough, baths, the beach, the park (especially the slide), hangin’ with the Big Kids.

Dislikes: grocery shopping, napping, showers, having your diaper changed, taking clothes off, putting clothes on, being FORCED to stop moving at the end of the day and get this thing they call “rest”.

Two is fun. Two is tripping over your own feet all day long. Two is climbing the play structure and going down the slide all by yourself. Two is learning new words every single day. Two is finding out that there are some foods you don’t like, and mommy starts calling you “picky”.

Two is preschool! Two is friends. Two is learning, growing, changing. So quickly.

Two is a little bit of independence, and a little bit of being able to communicate what you want.

I always feel like I should be so profound with these posts, but it never comes. The night of your second birthday, Daddy and I went out to see one of our favorite bands, Cloud Cult, and they had me in tears with the VERY FIRST SONG, because I was thinking of you, and couldn’t believe we were at the two year mark already. Here’s a little snapshot of that song:

The stars may fall and the rains may pour,
But I will love you evermore.
You were born to make this right.
You were born to chase the light.

I love you so much, bug.

Mama