Oh my goodness, I’m five!  At my most recent doctor’s appointment I was 43.5 inches tall and 42.5 pounds, which means I’m officially heavy enough to move out of my trusty car seat and into a booster like a big kid.

Speaking of big kids, I’ve been working really hard on my frustration tolerance, and I’ve been successful enough in managing my emotions to really enjoy things like following directions to build Lego sets and playing games like Guess Who and Slap Jack, even when I don’t win.

I’m not in TOO much of a hurry to grow up, however, and I frequently tell my Mom that I still want to marry her and continue living with my parents forever.  The thought of having to get my own house one day makes me a little sad.

At five I am extremely cerebral – a bright kid with a strong intellectual base that will help me be successful in school (on top of which, I love knowing things and being right).  I’m imaginative and creative – I love dreaming up elaborate play scenarios for my sister Lena and our “babies,” and I can be brave when I have to be for her – like when I have to save her from ants, or imaginary hot lava flows.  I can be a clown and appreciate attention when I’m on my turf and fully in my element (my crazy, hip-shaking tushie dance is one example of this), but I still have a lot of anxiety about performing in front of strangers or large groups of people.

My choice for my birthday party was to have a “Rio bowling party,” so that’s just what we did.  I had a blast (except for the part where people tried to sing to me … I had them sing to my sister instead), and Lena and I have made excellent use of the leftover flower leis, maracas, and pineapple cup favors in our latest adventures.

Current likes: My stickers and play food shaped like desserts

Current dislikes: Too much attention