Eight Is Great!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMINATOR!  

Being eight sure is great -- so far anyway.  

  Sam had his birthday extravaganza yesterday with one rockin' game truck pulling into the driveway for two-plus hours, much to the amazement of our neighbors.  It was little-boy-heaven complete with trance-like stares at the screen, lots of chocolate cake, and Nerf gun battles galore.  What more can you ask for than that?

Thank God I made two cakes because they were both decimated.  All that gaming sure gives your thumbs a big appetite!

One thing is for sure -- eight is enough, for now anyway.  I still can't believe he is that old!  It seems like yesterday there was a squirming watermelon in my stomach.  

And then there was that teeny little baby. 

He sure didn't feel teeny coming out, though!

Now he's a one-man band, tearing around on his bike, reciting random history facts, eating every carb he encounters, and snickering at his own made-up jokes.  (These jokes often need an explanation and somehow relate to toilets.  Since they now come with a penalty of ten cents off his allowance, they are becoming far less frequent.)

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