He’s 8. I’m 40. Sheez. We’re old.

No big-to-do for his birthday other than a week’s worth of present opening and singing Happy Birthday. He was pretty funny when we’d tell him he was 8 and he’d say, “no 8, 5”. I’d be cool with that. If he could be 5 again, I’d do a few things differently. I definitely would have had him in a Son-Rise Program. Can’t tell ya how many times I’ve said how I wished I would’ve found this when he was 3. Better late than never and I feel so lucky that I found it and we’re doing it.

Jakob goes through phases with favorite numbers. Right now, he’s 5 years old and likes things done 5 times. He also likes 14…that’s how many times he brushes his tongue after he’s done brushing his teeth. And 2 is another one. Sometimes when he’s in the playroom, he will ask to go upstairs and no matter what time we say we’re going up, he’ll say “2 o’clock”. He’s very insistent, even if it’s already past 5. He’s a trip.

We were sitting on the couch last night and he was just looking me right in the eye for the longest time. So I decided I was just gonna tell him the story of the three little pigs…no book, no props. So, with a lot of energy, excitement and enthusiasm, I went through the whole thing…not by the hair of my chinny chin chin, huffing and puffing and happily ever after. I improvised a little here and there. He was totally into it. He laughed, fed me lines and watched me the entire time. That has never happened before. It was just too cool. He was so connected. Doesn’t get much better than that.