I would say, “Happy Birthday Gabey Baby!” but I’m not entirely sure I’m allowed to anymore.
Because this ‘baby’ is FOUR.
Well, as the mom, I retain certain inalienable rights, so I’m gonna shout it anyway (and probably will to his great chagrin, for the rest of his life):
Happy Birthday Gabey Baby!
I love this boy.
He IS the baby of the house.
But he is NO baby.
He is a big boy now and he knows and he relishes it.
Because at four:
Gabey goes to school, just like the other kids.
And he loves it.
He cries when he wakes up and it’s not a school day.
He grins and does a little actual jump for joy when he wakes up and it IS a school day.
He tells me about his best friends at school.
He proudly shows me his “green card” for being good, the daily stamp.
He looks for me in the pickup line and grins and hugs me tight.
Gabey loves his big brother Anthony more than anything;
they are best buddies through and through.
Gabe loves to play with cars and trucks…
….and balls and sticks and bikes.
And, thanks to his big brother Jon, nerf dart guns.
He loves to watch tv and read books.
He has been sucked into the recent zu zu pet fad, oh dear.
He loves to play games and insists even on playing bananagrams.
And so he does.
Gabey is a good eater.
He loves cookies beyond anything else that there is to eat.
Unless it’s cake.
But that really means only the frosting…
He loves hot dogs.
But not the buns.
He loves ketchup on anything and everything, from fries to eggs to pumpkin bread.
Yes, it kind of grosses us out too.
His drink of choice is water.
Which kind of baffles his mom, knowing his penchant for unhealthy goodies.
He loves his dogs.
Sometimes too much.
They have learned to hide if he looks like he is in head hugging
pulling tight like mad mode.
He will grow into a good dog buddy.
Perhaps the puppy and my boy will all grow into calm together?
It may take a bit; wild fun is the name of all games right now.
Gabey is learning to love books.
This makes me, his mom, do my own little jump for joy as I love them too.
His favorite time to read is bedtime.
It makes my heart swell up, watching him read to himself in bed, kinda lazily perusing a chosen book.
But it can’t last long, because Gabe is no night owl.
He likes to think he is, never wanting to go to bed.
But if you can just get him IN the bed, and things quiet for a few minutes…
he settles down fast.
We sing our song, ending with a quiet soft “yay.”
And then he lays back, his eyes drifting and then a flutter; to sleep.
But today he is up!
He will take cupcakes to school, oh boy!
And he will have his requested hot dogs for supper.
And we will have another Mickey Mouse cake after.
And we will sing and laugh with my big sweet four year old boy.