Ah... the succulence!

Yes.  Weston is now five, and he looks at the lens of the camera as if he's 15.

He is so remarkable.  He now has full-blown conversations with his stuffie dog "Brown Bear" switching voices back and forth without missing a beat.  He is still very tactile (He can't be near my velvet pants without needing to feel them, suck his tongue and half close his eyes as he enters la-la land).  And yet for all his little boy neediness and lap time, he is quite grown up in many ways.

He's quick to pick up on whatever Donovan is learning or thinks is hip, and he's quick to pick up on whatever Mommy and Daddy are struggling with.  "I think you should just tell them you're tired and can't do the show today, Mom." 

And yet, for all my observations, I'm still just coming to know him.  Lately he has this fascination with getting "stuck" in the couch.  I hear this faint, muffled "Help me!" wafting into the laundry room, and as I enter the living area I am greeted by a pair of pajama-clad legs sticking straight up out of the back of the coach.  Yes.  Weston has wedged his face deep down between back pillows and seat cushions and sent his feet straight up to the ceiling like some kind of giant cactus.  He loves this.  He is fine.  He is just waiting to be discovered so he can be pulled out and giggle.  Such a weirdo.  Of course, look at his parents: drama queen and king.  

Donovan too, although his antics aren't seen as fully as he spends a lot of time at school (note bus picture from this morning, thanks, Dave).  But his brilliance comes in negotiating computer time and sweets.  "Please, Mom ... the Succulence!"  he says, pointing up to the treat basket instead of the HOME MADE fresh oatmeal raisin cookie!

We had a beautiful frost this morning; the kind that clings to the trees and then grows OUT: hoarfrost they call it.  Stunning.  Then as the morning wore on the breeze sent a flurry of soap flakes through the air, and now the trees are bare.  Spring is coming, gradually.  Kind of like a growing child, before you know it, they're staring at you with a knowing smile saying, "Ah, the succulence!"