Saturday was the Maxter’s sixth birthday. Six. Why does six suddenly seem so much older than five? Maybe because it takes TWO hands to illustrate.
As we were out and about celebrating his birthday, we were trying to decide what to do next when Max announced, “It’s my birthday, so I’m the director, like a movie director. I get to choose. You will be the director on another day.”
Later in the afternoon, my brother James called to wish him a happy day. They shared a very friendly conversation before hanging up. I said, “That was nice of him to call and wish you a happy birthday, Max.”
Max said, “Yeah! That was really nice! Who was that anyway?”
I guess it’s time for a visit. No?
We found a grassy park to inhabit for a while. Ryan and I sipped smoothies while the boys played Star Wars and used The Force on each other.
Perhaps because of Max’s delayed speech issues in past years, it felt like we had an 18-month-old for about four years. Maybe that is why his growing up is taking me so much by surprise. He is not a baby anymore.
I mean, just look at that facial hair.
My mom wrote one of her favorite poems by A.A. Milne in his birthday card:
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
I think I’ll keep him six forever and ever, too.
Except that he’s likely to be a riot at seven…
You have some stinkin cute kids!! Happy Birthday, Max!
Happy Birthday Max! Ya, you are due for a visit!
What a very cute boy! Happy birthday Max!
He’s so cute! And I love the name Max. It’s my grandfather’s name. Unfortunately, my husband doesn’t like it.
Happy Birthday Max! We are so excited to come visit you. Abby can’t wait to meet you and Aunt Tiff.
Happy, Happy Birthday, Max!!! You are one handsome, and clever dude!
I think I am in Max withdrawals. Such a cute kid!
love the ’stache photo. and the poem.
happy b-day max!
We want them to hurry and grow up and when they do that, we want them to stop and be little forever. Life goes so quickly. Happy Birthday to Max.
Happy Birthday Max from:
VOWEL, Heidi, Nicole, ShaLayne, Peyton and a special Birthday “WOOF” and lick on the lips from scraggly Aggie!!! We love you!!!
Happy Birthday Max! I say yes…let’s do line them up!
Happy Birthday Max! I love you Max. I missed you! I am happy to you that you are six years old. I want to play Star Wars with you! I love you and I want to see your room and what it looks like inside again. I want to play toys with you. I can’t wait for you to come here and see me!
Love,
Ian
For my next birthday I’m going to be the Director too! Love that idea. No, thats too far away, I’m going to be the Director for the next Holiday. Ya, thats more like it!
You know Max had me at “burrowing up against me at The Rio meet-up”
But that kid is as cute as six as he was then. I adore that kid.
And I adore that poem.
And I hope it was Elsha cologne.
Happy Birthday Max! Such a cute kid and I have to agree – a great age (Thatcher is almost there). I LOVE the poem!
Six. Wow. And he used to be a baby. Not that I knew him then. But I picture my own kids turning six and it blows my mind becuase they were just babies too.