Can It Really Be True?!?! Coley Turns Five.

To My Daughter Coley,

Somehow we have come to this… You, my baby, have turned five.

And since I have enjoyed so many times reading your post from last year, I have decided to make it a birthday tradition. So here are your “favorite things” of the year:

You still rock the Macaroni and Cheese out of the “blue box”, but you have expanded your horizons to Spaghettios with Franks and ABC’s and 123’s.

I just asked you where you wanted to go for your birthday dinner, and without hesitation you let me know that the Waffle House was the only place that would suit. So any of you who want to join us for birthday dinner tonight… we catch ya there!

Your favorite color made a drastic and violent turn somewhere before Christmas from Purple to Pink. You however failed to let anyone know in time and so we were met with a lot of looks like these when the gifts came out:

Your new favorite hobby is to annoy the crap out of your older brother. Sometimes I think you are trying to make this into an olympic sport. This is especially true when his friends are over. Thankfully most of the time you guys do actually play well together… I hope this lasts.

Your second favorite hobby is stalling. You have made it into an art. At bedtime, especially. Its amazing how many of your parts suddenly start aching at 8pm. When you are called on it, you smile, so I know its on purpose.

You still want to be a veterinarian or a princess when you grow up. We really need to sit down and discuss the pros and cons of each. I’m thinking we need to come up with a better plan…

Your favorite TV shows are Doc Stuffins and Sheriff Callie. THANK GOD FOR DVR!!!! Every morning starts off with some Ovaltine and Sheriff Callie on the couch.

You refuse to wear green… This too was a sudden and unforseen change. NO matter how pretty and frilly… if its green… its out. I don’t know when fashion suddenly became important to you, but O.K. I finally got it.

Your hair is still untamed. That is the best description I have for it. I’m lucky if you let me brush it. Bows and barrettes are completely out of the question.

You still occasionally mispronounce words.. and I still refuse to correct you. This feels like the last bit of little baby you have left in you. It makes me sad to let it go. Just yesterday you told me there was something bothering you in one of your “arm pips” and I just smiled. When you went to complain about your ailment to your dad, he corrected you and my heart sank. Please feel free to use the terms “arm pips” whenEVER you want to! The rest of the world will figure out what you mean and smile.

Next year you head to kindergarten. Already you are beginning to read, so I know you are going to knock it out of the park. I hope homework is not the chore with you as it is with your brother. I’m counting on it… so please don’t let me down!

So happy birthday, my dear. Let’s please try to slow down this process. Its all going by too fast.

I love you,
Your mom