If you ask Ike how old he is now, he will first say he is five, because he wants to go to kindergarten.
Then he will say that he is zero, because he is still a baby.
Neither of these answers are correct. He is four years old now, officially.
I ran into a seemingly never-ending barrage of technical issues yesterday while trying to complete and upload his birthday video. I could have posted it late last night to get it up on his official birthday date, but. You know. There were chocolate cupcakes to eat and and a Lego Bionicle set to build.
(Recommended age range on Bionicles, FYI: 8-14. He needs a little help from Noah to get started and then takes over and builds them perfectly himself, usually just from looking at the picture on the box. He might be shaky on the whole counting thing but fingers crossed we can get him into a decent state school on a Lego scholarship.)
He is four. He is not a baby or even a toddler anymore. He is loving and goofy and rough and tumble and cuddly and sweet and stubborn as hell. He adores his brothers more than anything and they adore him right back. Ezra says they are Best Buddies, and most nights I find them curled up together in the top bunk. Noah still has his "KEEP OUT IKE" sign on his door, but never seems to enforce it, especially now that Ike can hold his own in a big Bionicle battle. He plays out front with the Big Kids now, climbing our tree, riding his bike, helping Ezra build and guard his collection of decorative rocks that I am going to have to return to someone's garden one of these days, just as soon as I figure out where they are swiping them from.
And in the small window of time in the morning when it's just him and me, after everyone else has gotten their hugannakissannahighfive from Ike, but before it's time to leave for preschool...he still crawls up on my lap and asks to be held and cuddled like a baby. And then requests a silly little made-up lullaby about Baby Ike that I've been singing to him for as long as I can remember.
"I'm big but I'm still little," he explains, as if I wasn't already happy to oblige.