We recently celebrated Aidan's 8th !?!?!?! birthday. While I am ecstatic to be in the sweet spot (no toddlers/preschoolers/teenagers), the nostalgia is hittin' this old gal hard. Where are these years going? And why aren't I maturing? Aren't I supposed to have all of life's answers for these kids?
This sweet boy is sadly aging too. 13 years of loving this old lug. Let's cheer for 13 more!
In order to ring in 8 years of having a little dude around the house, we loaded up all of his 2nd grade best buddies, Morgan and Alora and hit Big Al's for bowling and arcade fun.
Fun was had by all and I'm still tired. How many times can you count little cotton headed ninny muggin heads to make sure you haven't lost one? Turns out it's a billion times. But we didn't lose even one!
And huge, big, ginormous thank you for Mema and Papa coming to the rescue AGAIN and also herding these cats!
Sweet 8 year old boy.
We are so incredibly proud of this boy. He has been so serious about school this year (almost too serious) and he has been trying so hard. It is paying off people! He has advanced like a mad-man and according to his teacher, despite a lot of distractions (c'mon it's 2nd graders, it's their job to distract), he is super focused and "principled." We are considering maybe he was switched at birth, little Ryan and Sarah were more known for "chatting" in the 2nd grade...
We learned on this outing that Aidan has an incredibly sweet crew of buddies!!
Because we are apparently gluttons for punishment, we hosted a sleepover after Big Al's. Aidan and Sean took advantage of brisk temps to get some lacrosse training in....
Turns out big party, followed by sleepover, followed by a family party is a baaaaaddd idea.... Aidan was what a titch tired. Live and learn!
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