My son Calvin swears he’s taller today.

Turning 5 must make you feel big.

He still looked awfully small to me underneath the huge sombrero at his favorite Mexican restaurant today, where he ordered his signature “smashed beans” and taco. (see new photo in my photo album)

And when he lost his temper on the playground in a squabble over a rocking horse. 

When he grinned and squealed at the sight of more presents…

and when he asked for his multi-colored teddy bear to bring to bed.

But as he climbed up into the top bunk, he told his baby sister in the next room, “Look, I’m not going to cry when it’s time for bed. I’m 5 now.”

I hope 5 is a good year.

Happy Birthday, Calvin!

TS