Happy Spring, my Succotash! It's been a crazy few months, and I'm sorry I haven't been blogging about you as much as I wish. We are closing in on the last several weeks of Montessori, and I think you and I were both a little wistful at the Spring Tea this year. You were an impeccable host, taking down my tea order and bringing me a little plate of tasty sandwiches. Later we will make fairy bread, which is bread with butter on it and covered in a thick layer of sprinkles, so thick it almost turns into frosting.
You are doing well at swimming, and continue to be hale and strong and also theatrical, obsessed with costumes. Last night we went to Maddie's and you wore a PFD, just because. You also brought a new book all about snakes. You are deep in a Greek Gods phase, and when you went to Farm Camp at Appleton for April vacation you made a fast friend named Asa, who is 6, and who is also obsessed with Greek myths. One night at bedtime not long ago you and I had a whispered conversation in which you confessed you were nervous about our move to Baltimore, that you would miss your friends and were worried you weren't going to make new ones. It's interesting to me, watching you prepare yourself for this big coming change. We are going to give you two birthday parties, one early one in August so you can invite all your Massachusetts friends, and one in October, your real birthday, when we can invite your new Kindergarten classmates.
Like you parents, you are something of a night owl and don't much like getting up in the morning. You are still being picky about food, subsisting almost entirely on chocolate kids protein shakes, buttered pasta, sunbutter and jelly sandwiches, and avocado maki (of course). You are excited for Camp Devereaux, though our summer is looking unusually travel intensive for us - a week in Fire Island at your aunt's house, then later on a week and a half in the UK for my graduation (with your grandfather, God help us), and later you and I will go with Emily and Anne and their kids to Cabo San Lucas. Fortunately your last week before our move will be back at Farm Camp, which you love, and Asa will be there too.
I'm also nervous about our move, for many reasons you aren't privy to, being a little boy. We have lately bought a second car, dubbed the Blue Oyster (in part because you were briefly obsessed with the Grim Reaper, making us play Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper" on repeat and also your father tried showing you The Seventh Seal, which you didn't finish, but most five year olds don't make it that far into Bergman on their first try). I look at our summer schedule and my mind boggles. It seems shorter and faster than before. I am already stunned that at your next birthday, you will be turning six.
The same age as Eloise.