HAPPY BIRTHDAY 5 YEAR OLD!
Happy Birthday Tobin!
You're such a big kid (in stature) that it seems like we've been referring to you as our five year old for a while now. I measured you guys (as I try to around all your birthdays) and you're just shy of 45 inches tall! (As a point of reference, that's 2 inches taller than Blane when he turned 5.) You're a monster of a kid Tobin - for better or worse.
Describing you as Jekyll and Hyde unfortunately isn't always a stretch... You're the sweetest kid in the house. No joke. You won't let me leave the house for work in the morning until you've given me a hug and a kiss. Many a time you've run out to my car wearing only your Spiderman underpants, as I'm pulling out of the driveway. It's impossible for me to start my day off the wrong way when I get your send-offs.
And then there are those moments where we should all be running for our lives as if Godzilla were crashing through the city, but instead of Godzilla, it's Tobin Santilli. It's times like these that caused us to coin the term, "the Terrible Tobins", because you've managed to take the "terrible two's" to the next level. The upside to this, is I know I'll sleep a little sounder, knowing that you'll be watching out for your baby sister when the boys start coming around.
It's so much fun to watch your fearless nature put to good use though. You happily order your own food at restaurants, talk to coworkers at my office, and hand out high fives like it's everyone else's lucky chance to have contact with you.
You're an eager big brother to Allegra, though sometimes, too eager. In the mornings when you so kindly wake her up - because you're quiet like a bull in a china shop when you wake at 6:15am - you lift her out of her crib and bring her down to us. That's about the only time she likes you to pick her up. But that doesn't stop you from trying throughout the day when she's yelling at you. It drives mommy and I up the wall the way you bug her, but we know it's just your way of trying to be close to her. But despite the smothering, she loves you right back. She calls for you all through the day, and giggles harder at your antics than any of the rest of us. I know how much you love and adore your baby sister, and know that despite the shouts of protest, she loves you right back.
You and Blane seem to be pretty typical brothers. Best friends and enemies from minute to minute. We hate it when you two fight (though you're big enough to generally hold your own), but when you're getting along it generally means you're plotting against mommy and I. I can't say which is worse... But Blane gave you a very nice birthday gift - one we didn't know about. He gave you a couple of his things, with a card that read, "Happy Birthday Tobin. You are fun sometimes." You'll be in Kindergarten at Fox Creek next year, sharing a school with your big brother. I know he's excited to have you there, and will take great care of you too.
Your comic timing is genius. You can quote movies with the best of em (namely, your Uncle Tom and I), and often amaze us with the accuracy with which you remember funny lines. Even more amazing is your ability to use them in the correct context to whatever we're doing, which makes it that much more hilarious.
You haven't found an activity that you feel suits you yet. You've given soccer and gymnastics a try. You've shown great potential at both, but haven't been taken with either. You're excited to be signed up for T-ball in a month, and I'll be assisting the coach, so it should be a good time. Maybe you'll be the next big league slugger.
We love you Tobin. You're a shining star (sometimes a ball of flaming fury) that lights up our lives. We can't believe you're 5 years old already! Happy birthday son.
Love,
Daddy
You're such a big kid (in stature) that it seems like we've been referring to you as our five year old for a while now. I measured you guys (as I try to around all your birthdays) and you're just shy of 45 inches tall! (As a point of reference, that's 2 inches taller than Blane when he turned 5.) You're a monster of a kid Tobin - for better or worse.
Describing you as Jekyll and Hyde unfortunately isn't always a stretch... You're the sweetest kid in the house. No joke. You won't let me leave the house for work in the morning until you've given me a hug and a kiss. Many a time you've run out to my car wearing only your Spiderman underpants, as I'm pulling out of the driveway. It's impossible for me to start my day off the wrong way when I get your send-offs.
And then there are those moments where we should all be running for our lives as if Godzilla were crashing through the city, but instead of Godzilla, it's Tobin Santilli. It's times like these that caused us to coin the term, "the Terrible Tobins", because you've managed to take the "terrible two's" to the next level. The upside to this, is I know I'll sleep a little sounder, knowing that you'll be watching out for your baby sister when the boys start coming around.
It's so much fun to watch your fearless nature put to good use though. You happily order your own food at restaurants, talk to coworkers at my office, and hand out high fives like it's everyone else's lucky chance to have contact with you.
You're an eager big brother to Allegra, though sometimes, too eager. In the mornings when you so kindly wake her up - because you're quiet like a bull in a china shop when you wake at 6:15am - you lift her out of her crib and bring her down to us. That's about the only time she likes you to pick her up. But that doesn't stop you from trying throughout the day when she's yelling at you. It drives mommy and I up the wall the way you bug her, but we know it's just your way of trying to be close to her. But despite the smothering, she loves you right back. She calls for you all through the day, and giggles harder at your antics than any of the rest of us. I know how much you love and adore your baby sister, and know that despite the shouts of protest, she loves you right back.
You and Blane seem to be pretty typical brothers. Best friends and enemies from minute to minute. We hate it when you two fight (though you're big enough to generally hold your own), but when you're getting along it generally means you're plotting against mommy and I. I can't say which is worse... But Blane gave you a very nice birthday gift - one we didn't know about. He gave you a couple of his things, with a card that read, "Happy Birthday Tobin. You are fun sometimes." You'll be in Kindergarten at Fox Creek next year, sharing a school with your big brother. I know he's excited to have you there, and will take great care of you too.
Your comic timing is genius. You can quote movies with the best of em (namely, your Uncle Tom and I), and often amaze us with the accuracy with which you remember funny lines. Even more amazing is your ability to use them in the correct context to whatever we're doing, which makes it that much more hilarious.
You haven't found an activity that you feel suits you yet. You've given soccer and gymnastics a try. You've shown great potential at both, but haven't been taken with either. You're excited to be signed up for T-ball in a month, and I'll be assisting the coach, so it should be a good time. Maybe you'll be the next big league slugger.
We love you Tobin. You're a shining star (sometimes a ball of flaming fury) that lights up our lives. We can't believe you're 5 years old already! Happy birthday son.
Love,
Daddy
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