Today SillyBilly turned six. He’s so, so big. Sounds trite, but it’s just true! It is really shocking to try to imagine him as a baby.
I would have pictures to share with you, but I’m just still zonked out by this cold, and he’s actually struggling with it too. Maybe tomorrow.
We had our obligatory bagels and lox for breakfast, bemoaning that Pocatello definitely suffers in quality in comparison to the same birthday breakfast in New York. But it’s still yummy. We sang to him in the bagel shop, and then gave him his presents, which were a soft, sparkly fabric “chain mail” knight’s hood (no, I didn’t make it) and this book, a copy of which I had as a child. I had found it in a used bookstore here and was enchanted by the idea that he would have the same book that inspired me to write and draw an entire book about the solar system for extra credit in grade school!
SillyBilly went to kindergarten in the morning and then came home with me for the afternoon, since I’m still keeping a close eye on the asthma situation with this nasty cold. Too much running around at afternoon care for a wheezy boy, and no nebulizers handy. We made pumpkin muffins for his birthday cake-surrogate (just for kicks), and then two nice packages came from grandparents. Lots of books, clothes, and other fun stuff.
Last weekend another set of grandparents came to visit, and gave him the ginormous LEGO City airplane/airport set. It took them (SillyBilly, Anthropapa, and Grandpa) a day and half to put it all together! It’s all kablooie now, but the real creative play has started.
I call SillyBilly my sweetie boy, my buddy. And I mean it. I love you, buddy!