Eight

We celebrated The Kid's eighth birthday on the 27th. He chose chinese food for dinner. (He's working on his chopstick technique.) We told him the story of his birth, how Lefty spilled coffee on my favorite sweater while I was in labor, how the nurse warned me that he might not cry (c-section babies often don't for a moment or two) and how despite that he came out mewing, a little like a cat.

And now he's eight and such an amazing kid. I am so happy to be his mom.