Yesterday was Elliott's fifth birthday. In honor of him, here are five things:
1. Elliott was born Friday, June 16, 2006 at 10:26AM. He was 6 days past his due date. He was a water birth. It was very hard (duh), but SO much easier than his older brother. He was 20 inches long and 7 pounds 8 ounces, which is exactly what my midwife predicted based on feeling my belly the day before I went into labor. (I felt like he would be a good deal smaller than that, actually!) The most notable things about him at birth were that he looked a lot like Gallum from Lord of the Rings ("Preciiiooouuussss") and he had more meconium (the very tar-like poop that a fetus builds up during development) than the veteran nurse had ever seen. Seriously. When he was several hours old we had to just leave him bare naked on the disposable mats (which we kept needing to toss) for like an hour because the stuff just kept coming out non-stop. So, you could say, he was born ugly and full of shit.... However, he has more than made up for that with his trademark adorableness and charm since then!
2. Elliott was (and is) not in a hurry to grow up. He does things only when he's ready. And when he's ready... he's READY. He didn't walk until he was 15 months old (like, not even a step!) but then pretty much walked all the time from there. He potty trained somewhat reluctantly at 3 but has had exactly ONE accident since then, even through the night. He's not interested in learning to ride a two-wheeler, which is fine by me, but it's certainly going to be one of those things that he'll decide he's ready to try and then, bam!, he'll do it. Thankfully, he feels very ready for Kindergarten, which about 3 or 4 months ago he was not at all sure about. (Something about missing his Mommy...)
3. Elliott has an amazing ability to misunderstand the world in a wonderful way. For instance, he heard the daycare kids talking about BB guns. He was very fascinated by the idea because, what's more interesting than a gun that shoots out bees!?! He soaks up new vocabulary and grown up "phraseology" readily. Several months ago we were snuggled up talking about I don't know what and he said, "Oh, Mommy! Speaking of which...." He's forever pointing out and talking about what's "inappropriate" and "ri-dic-lee-ous". Conversation-wise, he truly is a 50-year-old man in a 5-year-old's body.
4. Elliott likes the typical kid foods with a couple of notable exceptions. He TRULY despises ketchup. He likes broccoli. He loves chocolate... but he doesn't like chocolate milk. He doesn't like gum or anything minty (he calls it "too spicy"). And, most oddly, he LOVES hommus. Seriously. Hommus. The stinkier and garlic-ier the better.
5. He's hilarious and knows how to work a room. Even his big brother thinks he's funny, which is saying something.