7

Last Thursday, my firstborn turned 7, yes 7. This is only 3 years away from 10, yikes.

The celebration started with Den taking J and some cousins to a miniature golf course. I stayed home with baby and miss E had a sleepover at mom mom's. He said they were so speedy as they couldn't wait to see what kind of hole was next.

"Ducks?", you might ask. I asked the same thing when my hubby returned w/ the camera and had 5 pics of cute little ducklings that were at the course and 3 shots of the pose above w/ the boys in it. He claimed they were moving too much to get a good golfing shot. hmmm....

Thursday evening Den's parents came up for a birthday dinner as well as cake and ice cream. That day he spent swimming with cousins and helping me with the baby at Costco.

Lego Cake

E made her brother a bday card.

Now....

and then....

a weekish old

7 or 8 months

18-20months (ish)

2ish

It was this guy who taught me a whole different level of love. I remember holding him in the beginning and wondering if it was possible for all mom's to feel what I felt at that moment. I decided it was impossible, because he was the most beautiful baby in the world, and too bad for them. He has brought me joy, and challenged me in ways I never thought possible, and I still want to squeeze him any chance I get.