How in the world am I old enough to have a seven year old? Time marches relentlessly on, and we celebrated another birthday at our house.
Will turned 7 today. It's crazy because I still imagine him as my car lovin' 2 year old. He's most definitely not. He can do multiplication better than I can, he reads chapter books well above his grade level, and I even (gasp!) let him stay at home by himself for the first time ever the other night while I ran the young women home after our activity.
So, what I'm saying is: HE'S NOT MY BABY ANYMORE. Heartbroken. And a little excited. We trudge forward knowing this new year will bring different challenges and joys, all packed into one seven-year-old kid.
Oh, boy, do we love him.
The festivities were three-fold: Zoo Birthday with his 3 best friends (Grace, Julian and Beckham), an early surprise- a pet lizard!, and finally presents and cake.