eight is great.

Colin turned eight today.
I'm not sure how that's possible,
because just a couple of weeks ago he was my colicky baby
who cried every moment of his little infant life
except when he was eating or sleeping.

He was such a cranky little tiny person.
And...my most challenging two year old.
He was a biter.
And a fit-thrower.
And stubborn.
He kept us on our toes BIG TIME.
But oh so cute.

{thankfully...he's so easy now.  i'm so glad they grow out of those terrible twos.}

This morning I made him his requested breakfast:
biscuits.
{not biscuits and gravy...just biscuits.}

And when he was at school:
birthday cake.

Best frosting ever:
cream two sticks butter, add 1/2 bag powdered sugar,
a teaspoon or so of vanilla extract,
(a little almond extract is optional, but super yummy)
a tablespoon or so of milk, and mix well.
Yummy, easy buttercream.

We have loads and loads of Jelly Bellies.
We live very close to the Jelly Belly factory,
and my parents bought a huge bag of Belly Flops for the kids.

One candy-coated cake.

And one happy 8 year old.

I was super happy with the birthday dinner he chose.

{any dinner i don't have to cook -- and that's NOT McDonalds -- is awesome.}

Legos are still the birthday gift of choice.
He could build legos all the live-long day and be happy.

Eight really is great.

And so is he.