Yesterday I spent the whole day telling the Eldest that it would be the last time he would get to do "whatever it was he was doing at the time" as an 8 year old and pretending to be really sad.
Today he's acting like a peacock. It's officially his 9th birthday!
I'm going to have lunch with him (McDonald's of course) and take his class snacks, Krispy Kreme donuts as a matter of fact. The child may explode from junk food today. I can just see it now: NEWS FLASH! Mom (age 39 forever) arrested today for exploding oldest child by way junk food. More news at 11:00.
We're putting off his party until the 26th due to schedule conflicts. Luckily it'll be outdoors. I don't know if I can handle 12 silly little boys overnight inside the house. We'll just pray it doesn't rain then, okay?