8 is great

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.