Friday night we had the grandparents over for pizza and presents. There was some pizza, but there were a lot of presents. With little pieces. And directions. And more little pieces.
Even the Chunk got in on the action.
Monkey chose his own cake. Can you guess what it is? He and I thought it was so funny when we picked it up from the bakery. The grandparents, in their old age, didn’t know what it was. So, what do you think?
Saturday morning he had is last soccer game of the season. He was rockin on the field.
After this he had his team party and then on Sunday his bowling party with friends and dads. All through the weekend he was like the Energizer Bunny, going and going and going. I was wiped out. Put the camera away, in fact. But there’s something about turning 6 that just psyches a kid up about life.
Six years old. Wow, the time really does fly by.
I love this kid. There’s nothing baby about him any more. Nothing. He’s so smart, and witty. He loves to learn and grow. He’s adventurous and competitive. He’s a rule follower and yet he likes to try and bend those boundary lines just a bit. He craves attention but he can play in his room and work on a project all on his own. He is becoming his very own person. And I love each and every second of it.
Watching him grow up is nothing short of a miracle to me. Because truly, he’s God’s Gift.
And the cake is a Thanksgiving turkey. Is that what you thought?