8 Years Old

K just celebrated his 8th birthday (on Mardi Gras). In some ways he seems to be everything an 8 year old boy should be, and in other ways, we still recognize the baby we've enjoyed for the last 8 years. It's kind of scary as a parent to realize all of the moments that are gone forever. I think I'm supposed to be comforted in knowing that the future holds many more. But wow! It seems like just yesterday we were waiting for his arrival. Now he is already 8. I'm sure we'll blink our eyes and he'll be 18. My goal between now and then is to treasure each moment, as I know they will come and then go... way too fast.

K thought it might be fun to celebrate his birthday with a king cake this year since his birthday fell on Mardi Gras. The cool part was that the class had just completed reading homework about making a king cake and the history of Mardi Gras. His classmates were already familiar and seemed to enjoyed his unusual choice.

I saved the baby for home. I didn't want any of the school children to panic if they found the baby in their piece of cake. K was super surprised to find it in his chocolate cake.