Monday, February 27, 2012

Turning 5. It's Fucking Tremendous!

Last week, LE turned 5.

5 is huge. 5 is tremendous. Fucking tremendous. After half a day of being 5, he was already saying stuff like, "The other kids in my school do such-and-such stupid things because they're mostly only 4 and they're little."

So I've kind of been reeling from 5, which is why I haven't managed to post about it until now. That, and some other stuff, both mundane and interesting that I won't go into for now.

Only with lemon. Limes are expensive and hard to come by.
The other reason is because I left some notes-to-self-in a saved post about what I wanted to write about LE turning 5, later when I felt more write-y. But when I was feeling all write-y a couple of days later, I understood part of the notes but not others. I'd written, "Either he's very old or very young, it's hard to say," and I don't have the faintest clue where I was going with that because it doesn't make any damn sense.

When LE and I woke up at still-dark and fucking cold 5:45am to get ready for work and school, I kissed LE and wished him happy birthday, and he said, "Thank you, Mama." And I was all a-burst at how fantastic 5 was going to be.

So we went to his room I'd done up all birthday-wise the night before (it's still all there, by the way-- I'm good about doing up but not doing down and I'm still pretty damned grateful my mom cleaned up Christmas while they were here), and he was all, "Is that it? But Mama, where is my big present? Calliou got a big present."

And I thought maybe 5 wasn't too terribly different from 4, just more articulate. "Dude, don't be the kid who complains about his presents," I told him. "Birthdays aren't Christmas. Just smile so I can take a picture for Grandma and Grandpa."

He kind of managed to smile, the poor deprived little dear.

And then I reminded LE that Calliou is only 4 and will always be 4. "Why, Mama?" he asked.

"Because he's a cartoon." I told him.

"That's why he has no hair," said LE.

"Exactly," I told him. "But the reason his parents never get mad at him is because they're Canadian."

"I know."

Just so I wouldn't have any anonymous commentors accusing me of neglect, I aimed low with the cake and decorated within my weight class. A big pink five and some stars and some frosting flowers and a heart, plus some candles I'd found in a drawer but have no idea where they came from. There are starting to be a lot of things in my house I have no idea where they came from. Like this one scarf I have, and these weird but strangely delicious candy-like cookies in the cupboard. Anyway.

Mommies call first dibs.
I used homemade chocolate buttercream frosting, oh yeah. I saved the extra in the freezer in case I feel compelled to eat even more of it, which I probably will. And since it was a breakfast birthday cake (LE's birthday fell on the day his Baba gets him from school), I just used one of the banana breads we made a couple of weeks ago and froze for emergencies. Plus I busted out the last bit of bacon from my parents' visit. And a bit of fruit because that's the kind of people we are. The fucking healthy kind of people who have breakfast when it's still dark out.

I'd call him Pee-Pee. Also he sucks worse than Calliou.
LE's Babaanne, by the way, got him a Pepe cake from the bakery because she loves him more. So please, no one worry he's feeling unloved. The afternoon was extremely sad for me, but I'm pretty sure LE had a fantastic day so that made me feel a little bit better.

Just a little bit though. Mostly I was sad and then I drank a bit too much, which is probably why I couldn't interpret the notes-to-self. Damn you, Past Tense Stranger! It's cool how you always leave our keys and wallet and cell phone in the same place and stuff, but it sucks when you leave me cryptic notes.

I remember when I turned 5. I remember a lot of stuff from early childhood and very little of my 20s. I was walking with my cousin J.K. and my step-cousin Jason and I told them I was going to be 5 and 5 was super big. J.K. said something sweet and agree-ing about the big-ness of 5, because that's the kind of guy he was. Jason said something mean because that's the kind of guy he was.

And maybe that whole conversation didn't actually happen, though I'm pretty sure it did only maybe it was about one of my brothers turning 5 and not me.

In any case it doesn't matter because both of those cousins are dead now. But it's one of the things I think about when I think about 5. And also this one really big roly-poly bug that has nothing whatsoever to do with this story.

LE, for his part, is doing everything he can to make 5 the grandest year yet. I wonder if he's trying hard or if he's just like that. I suppose it's a bit of both. Tonight I was grouchy and I yelled at the cats a lot and was short with LE for no reason. Then I apologized to him for being an asshole and told him it was nothing to do with him, it was something else entirely (Turkcell-related. Note to self: tell the story of how I made Turkcell my bitch some other time), and he was all, "That's because I'm a sweet little boy."

Indeed you are, my man.

Best baby ever.

7 comments:

Rebecca said...

Happy 5th birthday to LE! I can remember my own 5th birthday decades ago, and it certainly does have the feeling of really leaving baby/toddlerhood behind and being much more of a grown-up person:) Hope LE has a great 6th year.

Stranger said...

Eek! You commented on the accidental post, before it was finished! I guess that answers my question about how long they stay up. Damned poorly-placed HP Print button right there next to Shift... Anyone know how to disable that fucker?

Anyway, thanks Rebecca. 5 does seem official somehow, doesn't it? I admit I'm glad, though. I wasn't much of a baby/toddler mama. 5 seems better than 4, which still had some tantrums in the first half, and 4 was way better than 3, which had fewer tantrums than 2.

But the baby years were rough, to say the least.

And being 5 was cool. You're still in the family safety cocoon, but starting to be a real person. Given what I remember about 5, it's a trip, wondering what real-people thoughts LE has going on in his secret life of the grown-up mind...

Aunt Sis said...

Oh I loved reading about E.J.'s birthday day. You are such a loving mama. For some reason I wanted to cry, probably because I'm missing him and you. And J.K. and Jason. His day was so special and I'll bet he never forgets it, nor will you.

The Loerzels said...

The sooner he knows Calliou sucks the better. And I grew up with Canadian parents and can NOT not say please and thank you, even when the other person is completely undeserving. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Stranger said...

Thanks, Aunt Sis. 5 kind of makes me want to cry, too.

Loerzels, I'm very much looking forward to the day when I never have to watch Calliou, in Turkish or any other language.

On the other hand, I think I might be a little bit sad when he's grown up enough to realize how much Calliou sucks.

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday, Little Man!

I went back to that anonymous commenter link, which I guess I missed the first time around, because ho-leee shit, I would have thought that was a total joke, if you hadn't responded seriously. What in the world?

Stranger said...

Yeah, I wasn't quite sure what to do with that one...