Oh did I ever over commit this year! With about 300 pictures on my phone and 30 or so blog posts drafted that I never quite had time to finish I realized finally over winter break that I was losing myself to the business of the year.
Not good. Not that I can quit anything now, but I'm reevaluating what needs to be reevaluated.
So I'm committing to blogging again. Not because I think I'm all that awesome, but because I have to celebrate the little things.
But this renaissance blog is about one big thing. My boy just turned 7 and he looks older already. I am astounded at how much both of my children have grown up since my last post in August, but there is something about Ox turning 7 that brought me to a screeching halt and made me realize how truly, unrewindably fast time is going.
This year we talked him out of a friend party to simplify things, which of course it didn't. We had a family Doctor Who party and then went to the Mall of America which was not quite successful mainly because apparently Ox has developed a fear of heights, which did not stop him from going on a very twirly and high ride. He totally freaked out (because of course since he's so huge, he was not allowed a chaperone to ride with him) and it took about an hour of nice calm rides to take the edge off. Little Frog and I headed to the American Girl store while all that drama was going on so I missed it.
|Seven Years Ago|
|He's so OLD!|
|He wanted a Doctor Who birthday party|
|Little Frog at the American Girl store at the MOA, she's hiding because|
Saige's very hard hair nearly removed an eye just before this pic was taken.
|Enjoying one of his birthday books. Mr. Smartypants|
just scored 100 words-per-minute on his reading benchmark.
So much more I could say about my boy, he's incredibly compassionate, tender, crazy, funny, sharp, and quirky. I absolutely would not change a single thing about this kid, and I cannot wait to find out what his future holds. . . in the mean time I'm going to hold him close because he for sure won't fit on my lap much longer. Unless I get a bigger lap.