what was it?
"I want a ticket to the airport."
-- Charley said while listing gifts he wants for Christmas.
"A what? You want to go to the airport??"
-- Mommy asked, a little confused,
"Well, I want a ticket."
-- Charley repeated.
"To go on an airplane?"
-- Mommy attempted to clarify.
-- Charley responded.
"Anywhere in particular?"
-- Mommy asked.
"South Carolina, GrandmaJeanLand or Fairbanks, Alaska."
-- Charley elaborated.
In case you didn't hear that we're five . . . as in, you haven't spoken to Jackson since October 26th at 7am . . . we are.
We went to the doctor today for our yearly check-in. We're both healthy, which is nice. And we're both allegedly growing, though not a lot.
Charley weighed in at 33 whole pounds and 42 inches tall (below the chart and 50th percentile respectively). Jax is 37 pounds and 43.5 inches tall (25th percentile and 65th percentile).
Perhaps more importantly, though, we have had an awesome start to being five. We had the most fun Halloween, EVER! We got to see Aunt Jen-Jen again, and even cried when she left. (Although Jax asked Charley if he was crying because the doggie and kitty were leaving... you know, the games on Aunt Jen-Jen's phone... I won't tell you the answer.)
We got everything we could have ever wanted and more for our birthdays. We have no idea how Christmas is going to ever live up after this birthday! Scooters, Coaster Cars, Wet Suits... Books, Magazines, TWO Remote Control Cars... New Comforters, the only Pajamas we'll ever wear again... you name it. We got it. We haven't even started on the thank you notes, and we really, really should because we will never finish them at this rate!
There has been a little confusion as to why we're going to preschool still since we know that you go to Kindergarten when you're five, but Mom's trying hard to get that one sorted out. We're going to keep working this year on being the best swimmers around (we're getting there). And if we're lucky, we'll make it to the age of six. Some days our "independent thinking" leads Mom to believe that we just may not make it another day . . . let alone another year!