Last night, Eric dreamed that he got a pogo stick for his birthday. Besides a rocket launcher or a hand grenade, I don't think I could have imagined a worse gift for him. (Seriously. Picture that kid on a pogo stick. What a terrifying thought . . . ) He thought it was a great idea.
At five, he's busy, happy, and engaged. Currently, he's very focused on accomplishing all sorts of building projects - the duct tape has served him well in recent months. He's into superheroes, knights in shining armor, matchbox cars, and Legos. He likes to tell us stories about E-man, his secret superhero identity. (Really - can it get better than this?) If Eric's around, life is good.
Happy 5th Birthday, my sweet boy . . .