Today my middlest turns 5. This is the boy who had a fuzz and yarn fetish as a toddler and ran us ragged with his middle-of-the-night wakings his entire third year of life. This is the boy who’s head was so heavy, he never crawled…just scooted. This is the boy who values honesty, and never hesitated to accurately testify to the offense he committed against one of his brothers: “You hit him on his mouth!?” “No, I hit his tooth with the frying pan.” This is the boy who completes a job and is obsessed with anything mechanical. Today, Number 3 is sweet, observant, hard-working, charismatic, and as generous as he is loyal. I’m so proud to be his MaMa.