Cash - “Mom, Georgia Jane is 4. And I am 5. And how old are you?”
Me - “I’m 30.”
Cash - “And next time what will you be?”
Me - “Next year I will be 31.”
Cash, with huge eyes - “And then you will die!?!?”
Wha-wha. Hopefully I’ve got some time between 31 and death, but I guess you can’t be sure.
Here’s this little booger’s first day of school picture. It’s our last year at this little magical school. Tear.
It was a fun Friday night at our house.
And by fun, I mean loud, messy, hectic, etc. etc.
The boys celebrated number 7 and 5, Star Wars style,
Complete with 15 Jedi friends, light sabers, and an appearance by Darth Vader.
A thunderstorm coming through town threatened to ruin all our fun. But luckily it passed just in time for us to enjoy the mud outside.
I didn’t realize what a huge hit the potato sacks would be. The kids loved them.
No presents for the kids this time. Just lots of generosity from their friends to help out our food pantry at church.
Look at all the loot.
It’s been a whole-nuther year. The boys are now 5 and 7.
Jaggy started his 7th year with this birthday treat. It was a brownie, marshmallow, frosting combination. After he went to school, I realized his teacher was probably about to hate me.
He braves the driveway on his new wheels.
A couple days later it was Cash’s turn.
This is his kind of cake.
He likes to be called Mikey now. Ya know, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, duh.
Oh my sweet little crazy boys. One day they are babies, the next they are ninjas.
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