Eight Years Old

Today our oldest mini turned Eight.

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Hurray for Big Balloons!

Eight.

Eight seems like a big kid. I know, he’s still small, but to us, it seems big. He’s grown quite a bit in height the past few months and consistently provides glimpses of the more empathetic human he’s becoming.

His reading, while good at the outset of the school year has really sky rocketed and he loves to read. I loved to read as a kid, although I will admit, I distinctly remember getting an “N” on my 2nd grade report card for not doing my after school reading. Too many afternoons spent on the phone to one Mr. Trotter and Ms. Ogden of my youth. Doesn’t seem that long ago for me. But alas, that will be 34 years ago for me tomorrow. Time it does fly by.

I know the phrase, “Enjoy it; it goes by so quickly” about raising kids is so tainted and uttering it almost packs as much fire power as the presidential election of 2016, but it is very true. I find myself trying to hold onto the moments more with our 5 year old because it’s already difficult to remember those with Brendon, from just 3 years ago.

And now he’s eight.

stride

Finally hit my stride about 2/3 the way done with the rainbow petal cake. Also called the cloud cake when done all in white. Thank you once again Pinterest. I made a double batch of frosting and had a lot left over. Probably one batch would’ve been fine with the top frosted smooth.

Rainbow Cake

The birthday boy requested a vanilla cake with rainbow frosting. He was okay with my pastel version, which is good because I was in no mood for trying to get the colors darker this morning. There was one point at which I got off cycle with the colors from too much little boy interruption and sent them out to bike ride with dad for a bit.

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When wishes are born…

Happy 8th Birthday to our Boozis Meezus Beezee!*

* Brendon told his class this was his nickname. To which one kid responded, “I don’t think I can remember that” Haha!!

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An hour after cake. The product of not sleeping all night in anticipation and getting up for the day at 5am. Every good birthday should include a nap.

One thought on “Eight Years Old

  1. Happy Birthday to my fantastic grandson. You are so full of love and life. You are a blessing from God, such a precious gift. Grammy loves you 💗🎈🎂🎁

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