This kid is 8 today.
This kid has his own style.
This kid wants aviator sunglasses.
This kid loves Sponge Bob, monster trucks and will still watch Thomas the Train...you know, if it is already on.
This kid was the easiest baby.
This kid was the sweetest toddler.
This kid is currently making me pull back out all of the parenting books we ever purchased.
And look up whining on line.
And made me consider buying that tape series from the guy on the radio.
But when this kid isn't whining, he is funny and clever and very smart.
This kid pulls his own teeth.
This kid likes to do yoga with me in the mornings.
This kid likes to live on the edge by making jokes about my lack of flexibility as we do yoga in the mornings.
This kid can not do math homework without having to hold up his head as if it weighed 600 pounds.
This kid is super sweet and helpful to younger kids.
This kid has traveled to more places in 8 years than I did in my first 28.
This kid gives the best hugs ever.
This kid is my baby.
And he is 8 today.