Today my baby turns 8 years old. According to him, the best gift is the fact that he does not have school today or on Monday. So he got a 4 day weekend birthday gift from our school district.
I have to keep saying it over and over to make it sink in. If you closed your eyes and listened to him talk, you'd swear he was 16.
I'm in so much trouble with this one.
But he still climbs in bed with me in the middle of the night. He still sleeps with two receiving blankets he's had since he was a baby. He's still my monk-a-chunk.
Happy 8th Birthday, Son.
Please time, slow down!