Happy 6th Birthday, Cade!!

Dear Cade, my dear Cade, 

Just like the AA Milne poem - And Now You Are Six!

Cade, you are a conundrum to me and dada! One minute loud, laughing, strong and outgoing. Next minute, reserved, shy, eyes down! We can't figure you out. What we do know is how smart you are, arguing your case like a grown up, asking questions that make us laugh in their maturity, excelling in math and science (a natural, says your teacher) and picking up a pencil to write in your journal, just like Jackson, at night. 

Kindergarten was great for you. You learned to read! Hesitantly at first, then stronger and stronger (with the help of a little reward system in which you get a star for each book - in fact, while we are not in Brooklyn, you call Dada to have him put a star on the chalkboard for you). You had two really good friends - Calder and Abel. You were a little clique. Sometimes that's good, sometimes you had to be separated. You got made because you couldn't be line buddies anymore with them because "Ms. Dana said WE WERE TOO GOOD OF FRIENDS!" It's funny when that sentence is a bad thing. 

Your favorite food-pasta. You could eat this every day of the week if we let you. You hate pizza (unless it is generously covered with black olives), and this may very well be a result of pizza being Jackson's all-time favorite food. 
Favorite color - gold. Again, I happen to think this is because Jackson's favorite color is blue and God forbid you have the same favorite color. 
Favorite thing to do - VIDEO GAMES, of which you are an expert, writing several papers on this at school, and Legos. 
Songs at bedtime - Hush Little Baby and Snuggle Boo. 
Mostly Superhero clothing only.  

Dance party: Get Low, Turn Down For What and your new favorite, Ratatat. Mostly because of the funny sounds. 

Sometimes we forget that you are two years younger than Jackson. I'm sorry when we do that. Sometimes I just want to squeeze you and keep you little for just a little while longer.  I love you so much, Cade. I love when you reach your hand up every time we are walking somewhere together. I love it when you grab my cheeks and turn my head to give me a kiss. I love it when I see you laughing hysterically at something Jackson or Dada did or said. I love it when you wake up all groggy and I carry you into our bed and you snuggle with Dada for 5 minutes while I take a shower. I love you so much, Cade. You make me one proud and happy Mama. 

Happy 6th birthday, buddy!

Love, Mama