Well...we are officially a booster free house. Somehow my baby boy turned 8 this weekend.
We started the festivities Friday, and Issa was determined to give the first gift, which she did over breakfast:
Evan also decided he wanted no part of a birthday party this year. He really just wanted to have one friend over for a not-birthday party, but he was not upset when John arrived with a gift:
What Evan really wanted most, though, was for he and John to go to the museum together--just boys. So Saturday morning, they picked up John's dad and headed to Raleigh:
Oh how I love this picture:
Yesterday was his actual birthday, and he had us up bright and early. My lack of coffee is the only explanation for the fact that this is the only picture I took:
We ended the celebrations at Kanki:
Our chef was too happy to oblige Evan with extra fire, and his sister was much thrilled by the gong and birthday song that accompanied his cake.
When we got home, I heard Evan say, "You know, being eight feels pretty good."
I'm so glad, sweet boy. We loved celebrating you...always...