Our goofball, Jasper Kincaid Ohlin turns 5 today, seriously how is that possible?! He was so tiny and skinny when he was born and his legs were bent up at the hips with his feet all the way up touching his ears. Greg and I both watched when the nurse pushed his legs down as they popped right back up.
And he was quiet, so quiet, even when he cried for the first two months it was like a little mew.
Eventually he found his voice and “that boy” as we call him is funny! He says things like, “I need a cocktail!” and, “My life isn’t complete without candy!” and, “Mama, something in my heart is telling me to go visit people.” He’s desperate to be able to read books like his sister, but at the same time he told me he was already “done learnin’.” More often than not he says things that have absolutely nothing to do with the conversation. Greg, Lily and I might be talking about going on a trail hike and Jasper will chime in with something like, “Why did I just lick myself?!” Good question, buddy. We’ve learned to just roll with it and we try really hard not to laugh our butts off in front of him. Just yesterday when he was running around half naked trying to get his Kung Fu uniform on I told him I needed a hug and said, “I can’t believe you’re going to be five tomorrow.” He smiled at me and said, “I guess I’ll have steak!” Uhm what? I thought. “You don’t even like steak,” I replied. “Yeah, but maybe when I’m five I’ll like steak,” he said.
He tells a mean story with action and conflict and dialogue, and that boy can dance. I mean it’s like he was born going to the disco in the 70’s, like he feels the beat in his head and body. His dance skills go along with his flair for the dramatic. In my past before I had kids I had seen a few children throw fits. Of course I rolled my eyes and thought, I will never let my child behave like that. Ha! Well, now I’m the mother of a child who can throw down with the best of them! I mean I’d never seen a kid go from standing and calm one second to instantly morphing into a full body spasm propelling himself face down on the floor, tears flowing, words of belligerent disbelief sputtering out of his mouth with the knowledge that no, he cannot have the the chocolate bunny for breakfast. I know, buddy, life is rough!
He’s a cuddler, both my kids are, and I hope he always is.
And even though he’s absolutely the most stubborn person I’ve ever met on the planet, I hope he always has his spunk and sparkle that shines so bright through his greenish-blueish-gray eyes and beautiful smile. Happy Birthday Buddy!