Oli turned five over the weekend. Five is such a monumental age for our children — it signals the end of being a little kid and the start of being a middle kid. As this was such a milestone birthday, we celebrated it all weekend long. John’s parents took us all out to our favorite Italian restaurant. Oli gorged himself on cavatelli and shirley temples.
Saturday was a trip to Six Flags. We didn’t bring a camera with us (ooops, forgot!) so no picutres. It was a long, hot and exhausting day but everyone had fun.
And, lastly, my nephew babysitting — with take-out pizza and a movie.
My nephew passed on to Oli his treasured Tyrolean hat. Oli has worn it constantly since then — which is kind of crazy since the hat is thick wool and it’s been 97 degrees here. He also has been clamoring to wear his number five shirt — to announce to the world how big he really is. Even though he’s still so little to me.