I Hate September

I know it's a strange title, but it's true. Many people that I love have birthdays in September (like half my relatives it seems) but really that only serves to heighten the stress that is month 9 on the calendar. Because you see, September is when classes start up and professors bring their classes into the library for instruction and there are new student workers to train. And this year I also have two people on staff and a new department that I'm in charge of. So, sigh, I hate September.

Last weekend, however, we celebrated the 5th birthday of my oldest. I don't know where the last 5 years went but I feel like I blinked and one day he was 5. I love 5. But I know that someday soon it won't be cool to hug and kiss mom. So I am stockpiling them for later. I have him trained to give me a kiss when he asks for something! I love that! And as I always do I made him a cake. He wanted Batman this year, so here he is with said cake. All 43 inches and 38 pounds of him. He is wicked tall. And growing up a bit too fast for his mom.