My Little Boy is SIX!!!

My little boy had a birthday last week.  It's official.  He's six.  How is it that one little number can make someone sound so much older?

We had a fun birthday party at Chuck-E-Cheese on his actual birthday.  It was super fun to be there with a few friends and our family.  Lots of pizza, lots of cupcakes, lots of tokens and lots of fun later, we called it a night.

So now he's six.  When Ian was born, he had to be induced.  He was a week late and I was beginning to wonder if he were ever coming.  After a much quicker labor than his big sister, he was finally born.  He had a head full of hair and was the cutest little guy I'd ever seen.  From day one, he was a snuggler.  Oh, how I loved that tiny baby boy, tucking his little legs up under him and burrowing into my chest.  I can't help but miss that little fluffy-haired little guy, who stole all our hearts.

He's grown up quite a bit in the last few years, and they are good changes.  He might be a little bigger now, but he still likes to snuggle.  The other day he got hurt playing somewhere and he was a little upset.  He climbed up into my lap, and I held him for a few minutes.  After a bit he turned to me and said, "I'm okay.  I can go play now."  Just a little love from his Mommy was all he needed.

Last weekend we were playing bocce ball in the yard.  After a lucky streak, I started throwing the balls into the woods and bushes at the edge of the yard.  Every time I would throw a ball into the bushes, Ian would run super fast toward them, yelling, "Don't worry, Mommy!!  I'll get them for you so you don't have to get in the bushes!"  What a little gentleman!

So even though he's growing up a little too fast for my taste, I can't help but be so proud of who he is becoming.  I just love that little guy to pieces!