Six years ago today, our family was officially made complete.
Six years ago today, we welcomed the funniest, sunniest little boy on the planet into our lives.
Today I sent him off to his almost-last day of kindergarten with a hastily put together "special birthday snack" to share with his friends.
It is, embarrassingly, just 22 plastic sandwich bags with only five or six Doritos each, because that was the only store-bought, nut-free snack we had on hand that was both unopened and non-stale. Because I completely forgot about the special birthday snack. Until Ike reminded me last night, and I watched his face fall as he recognized the signature OH SHIT expression on mine.
It's hard to be the Baby Ike, sometimes.
He was actually thrilled about the Doritos, since I think he's only ever had them at parties, or perhaps as someone else's special birthday snack. "My friends are going to LOVE these chips," he declared confidently as we packed them up. (It came out more as my fwends are going to WUV deez chips, which of course we're working on, but dang it the lisp just makes everything he says sound even cuter.)
He's much better about eating his dinner now. He loves helping us cook it, too,
He takes it very seriously, and loves point out to his brothers exactly what he made. Then he watches their faces expectantly while they taste it, anxiously waiting for their approval.
His big brothers mean a lot to him.
They drive each other crazy, of course, with Ezra and Ike alternating wildly between squabbling/tattling/IIIII-KKKKKEEEEEEE-as-a-seven-syllable-wording....and being "best buddies" who sleep in the same bed at night. (Because that keeps bad dreams from happening.)
Noah and Ike don't really play together much, but Noah super patiently taught Ike how to play Minecraft this year He's proud of how good his little brother is at it now. Ike loves anything and everything that Noah likes. (Which is sweet, but means Ike is more into crap like this than say, good ol' Blues Clues or Sesame Street.)
They all still treat bumping into each other at school like it's a rare celebrity sighting. They're apparently even allowed to jump out of line to give each other hugs, because the teachers are all endlessly delighted by The Storch Boys Who Hug Each Other.
Happy sixth birthday, Big Kid Baby Ike.
(Thanks for letting us still call you Baby Ike from time to time.)
(And no, he still doesn't want a haircut. That's fine too.)