M+L's birthday is coming up, they are going to be the big 5 on the 26th! So with that I have been doing a little toy scouting as of late and I have rounded up some of my favorites. I can't say that everything I have picked out here are things that they would definitely want. I think some might be things I want them to want. Or even that I want? Like that Lego architecture studio for example. And the camera, if just one of my kids takes an interest in photography I will be over the moon, but no pushing, right? Pushing doesn't work as is evidenced in my never-takes-a-single-picture-ever 15 year old (but i have cameras you can use! it would be so much fuuuuun!). And of course when I found those little twin matchbook mice I about died. And I know they would like a dollhouse but I would really like that dollhouse in particular - though I haven't even looked at the price. I am too scared. I know the one thing they would love is that bean bag catapult, oh the fun they could have (will have). I found it online but followed the link back to find that it's at a store right here in Portland. Perfect. The marble maze is probably a good idea too.
I just know I really need to get them something good. Luca is having a, well, I don't know what to call the equivalent to a mid-life crisis for a 4 year old, but the poor guy does not want to turn five. He wants to stay four. For. Ever. When August began I started talking about their birthday coming up, you know thinking this would be exciting for them, but it wasn't. Luca cried big dripping tears and said "But I don't want to be five. I just want to be Luca. I just want to be small Luca and be 4." Of course I assured him he would still be small. He would definitely still be Luca. I told him he could have a gluten-free cake. I told him he'd get presents and a party and Milo would be 5 too and they would be exactly the same as they are now, just one day older.
But . . . Luca's a bit of an existential thinker and everyday this month I have looked down to see one little Luca Lou staring at me with big teary eyes trying to figure out what turning 5 means and not buying into my simple answers, such as: it's just a number; it's how many years since the day you were born. He replies to these answers with questions like 'will he'll still have his voice,' or asking when he turns five if he'll 'be a girl.' Adding to reassuring answers to his questions I also say when you turn five . . . "You'll run faster. We can buy 10 new games for the ipad. You can stay up as late as you want on your birthday. We can eat candy all day. I can still hold you and carry you for a long time (because they are very small). But nothing works. He just breaks down and stares at me with these eyes that long to be four forever and ever. And I think it means he's happy. He's so happy with exactly the way he is and I love that. But of course I want him to love being 5 too, and with no bribery working, I just need to sweeten it up on the day a little bit with some really great presents. Distraction in parenting is always a sure fire method and I am hoping it will work here too!