5 is the new 4

Today my little G turned 5. I swear he just learned to walk yesterday. And now he's asking me to teach him to read? Seriously. If he doesn't knock this growing up stuff off, I'm going to have to resort to swaddling him again.
He still lets me kiss him and snuggle him whenever I want, I just have to be prepared to be tackled, this is nothing new. He's still a turkey. Clever tho he may be. He can be excessively sweet for no reason. He can be ornery for the exact same reason.
Oh how I loves him.
He likes cycles, will ride his bike all day in the rain, his people, everything is play, and stories. He wants to grow up and live at Gma Judy's house forever and marry Georgi. I have a feeling I need to work on his lifetime goals. At least one of them...
He likes to sing when no one's paying attention and hums when he eats a particularly tasty meal. Ssh don't tell him he still does this.
He turns Lego's into guns and planes, puts on Georgi's dress ups when he's feeling especially spunky and sensitive sam.
Happy Birthday to my Little G. Love you so much.