That was the size of my first, and best, Mother's Day present. The blonde rascal was just a blonde peanut....May 9, 2000.
My tiny baby is 8 and I am in denial. As I am sure I will be on every one of his birthdays as long as I live. Wasn't he just a baby?
Happy Birthday to the sweet 8 year old who makes my heart overflow!
We are partying like rock stars tonight at glow in the dark miniature golf. And Grandma & Papa are in town to help celebrate. Yipee! Which all adds up to make a spoiled 8 year old by the end of the weekend!