My sweet*, sweet* Reid turned 8 this week.
*Being 8 he can’t exactly show that he is sweet because that would harm his peer reputation, but as his mother I can see that sweetness abounds despite his exterior un-sweetness.
Eight is funny.
Eight predictably breaks out in random dancing.
Eight can hug, but most likely will flee if kisses show up.
Eight is staunchly anti-girl.
Eight is staunchly anti-girl with the exception of cousins and a girl that “acts like a boy”.
Eight runs. Eight jumps. Eight kicks his brother.
Eight swims. Eight reads. Eight screams and shouts.
Eight writes in marker and dreams in Legos.
I could spend all day basking in Eight…
if only I could keep up.