Our oldest recently turned eight-years old! This is the age I’ve been dreading, as eight-year olds just seem to be to mouthy and full of attitude. But, there are some benefits of turning eight, like:
Your brother requesting you get a special pancake breakfast for your birthday:
You get to show off how much you’ve grown in the eight years since your parents brought you home from the hospital in this adorable outfit. *sniff*
You get to officially ride in the car with no booster seat!
You get presents, even if it’s not the really expensive set you really, really wanted.
Happy birthday, Steven!
Wow! So hard to believe he’s already 8! Talk about “sniff”.