My baby is seven. For you newer moms or not-yet moms, I'll bet you get tired of everyone saying how fast the time goes. But it goes SO FAST.
When I started this blog, this kid had just turned 1. He was my baby. He's still my baby. But he's seven.
We got him a set of Makedo and a bunch of boxes we'd been saving for him to build with.
Makedo is as cool as everyone says it is. For the right kid, anyway. This kid is STOKED about it.
He is also pretty excited about these snap circuits. When one project played Happy Birthday to him - that was just a bonus.
He chose donuts for breakfast, a trip to the library before lunch (deviled eggs with leftover piroshki), and pizza for dinner with Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Kellie.
His birthday shirt:
Not the best picture - but he draws dragons all the time. In fact, he has a notebook he titled '[Monkey]'s book of Deadly Dragons' and he regularly adds new ones. So I made a freezer paper stencil based on a two-headed dragon he drew. He critiqued the placement of the eyes, but otherwise approves. That's okay, he critiqued his monkey birthday shirt, too.
He is such a random, creative, silly stinker of a kid. You never can predict him. Those deviled eggs he asked for lunch? He originally asked for them to be in a pinata.
We love him to pieces.
He blew out the candles in his coconut cream pie before the birthday song was over. Typical.
And Grandma and Grandpa brought him more boxes. So this is what my living room looked like last night after they left.
We're so classy.
We need an inventing room...