Our sweet, happy Lincoln is FIVE!
After many elaborate cake suggestions, we finally came to agreement with a chocolate bundt cake covered in bugs.
He wanted thai curry, hot dogs, banana muffins, scrambled eggs, and watermelon for his birthday dinner,
so we settled on having the scrambled eggs earlier in the day and made everything else for a birthday feast.
When he likes a food, he can out-eat Sam.
All he wanted was a knight costume just like Wesley's and a beyblade,
but Wesley's knight costume isn't sold anymore and I was struggling to find one that had all the elements he wanted.
Finally I discovered that the closest thing was at...the dollar store of all places!
So the boy was happy as a clam with a tiny bit of money spent.
Good things all around!
After opening his presents, a duel broke out in the backyard.
As I type this, my arm rests on sticky labels that have been plastered on the desk,
spelling out, "Mom is wun uv the besdist" (Mom is one of the bestest).
Our sweet Lincoln writes me messages such as this just about every day.
He loves with his whole soul,
gives hugs that nearly knock me over as he launches himself onto me and lifts his feet off the ground,
and has such a sweet heart in the midst of his incredible energy.
He loves so fiercely that we tend to cringe when we see him coming to express affection,
but we appreciate it all the same.
His endless energy and enthusiasm results in him being rather accident prone
(you know...fractured cheek bone, multiple black eyes, back of the head split open, stitches down the bridge of his nose)
and he is constantly hurting people and damaging things and then is so extremely remorseful about what happened that he just about breaks our hearts.
He is very sensitive and we try very hard to be extremely gentle in our interactions because he can be very hard on himself.
He is doing great learning to read and can read most of the words in most picture books.
He loves learning and using big words
(like today he said, "I will never eradicate Benson!").
He also has a great memory.
He is excited to start Kindergarten and misses his brothers fiercely as they go to school each day.
He follows me around trying to serve and help all through the day.
Like if I comment that Benson needs a diaper change he will dash off and reappear moments later holding a diaper and wipes.
Or if I say I'm going to make pasta for lunch, I will walk into the kitchen to find a pan on the stove, a box of pasta on the counter, and bowls and forks sitting out.
We all love the way Lincoln loves with all his heart
and how his energy and enthusiasm add so much to the dynamic in our family.
Oh, how we adore our Lincoln!!