Eight is Great!

Cole went and had another birthday.  That kid!  Eight!  Can you believe it?  Probably you can, but I can't.  Because, you know it seems like just yesterday he was waking up 900 times a night and all that other sentimental mommy stuff. 

He is quite serious about planning his birthday parties.  Actually, there wasn't really supposed to be much of a party this year since we had a big friend one last year.  Somehow he ended up with a friend party at our house and a swimming party with family at a hotel.  That kid!  He's a convincing little guy.

The good news is that our house survived the destruction of 10 2nd grade boys.  And really there is no bad news, cause what's bad about a birthday?

 (that's a picture of our garage in case you are worried about my awesome-decorating skills - not that anyone will be calling Better Homes and Gardens anytime soon, but it's not quite as bad as this picture)

The swimming party was lots of fun, even for Mom who usually doesn't care much for swimming.  Or wearing swimsuits in her flabby December paleness.  It's a mystery why we don't have pictures of that event...

Happy Birthday, Cole.  I hope it was a good one. We love you so much.