You’re eight. You. You’re eight. Eight is great!
When I think of you, I smile. Or laugh. Sometimes both.
You are our jokester. Our prankster. You’ll read knock-knock jokes until the cows come home. When it comes to picking out books, you like mysteries or books that make you giggle so hard you end up with the hiccups.… Read More
The picture says it all.
One brother feels pretty darn smug that for the next six days he looks as though he’s three years older than his brother. You see, BigBrother turned ten yesterday. LittleBrother won’t turn eight until the 24th, one week after his older brother’s birthday.… Read More
You have ten fingers, so when you hold up your age now, it looks like you’re giving us jazz hands.
And that’s really the best way to describe you in the here and now: You are jazzed about everything.… Read More
While we still stick to our No Technology Weekdays rule, sometimes we need a little bit of escapism on a Monday evening. Sometimes I’m coming down with the cold the boys so kindly shared. Sometimes Monday feels like a really, really long day.… Read More
Someone sent us a knock, knock joke book in the book exchange. They maybe owe me a drink.
I’m bacon a cake for your birthday.
Beth who?… Read More
I’m sure I’ll post many pictures of the boys from our family portraits over the next month or so. But I need to tell you the story behind this shot. I need to tell you the story because it perfectly encapsulates the boys at this age, at this precise moment.… Read More