Today is a very special day here at the ToddlerTown. Our little Sir K is turning 8. Where did the time go? It's basically 8 years ago to the minute that I held him in my arms for the first time.
Willy ran to the store this morning for our special breakfast consisting of green donuts, juice, balloons, and a couple of gifts. We will spend the day at a couple of Sir T's soccer games and then off to Sir K's laser tag party. I'm so proud of my little man. He is EVERYthing I could possibly want in a son. Here is the blurb I wrote about him when I started this blog and it still holds true . . .
SIR
K
Sir K is number two on the hit parade. Weighing in at 8 lbs 2 ounces, he entered
this world kickin’-and-a-screamin’. He
wanted no part of the whole baby process.
He wanted to be up and running from day one (gave us quite a run for our
money - but oh so worth it). Once he was
up (at about 6 ½ months), he was gone.
He loves running around the house in his boxers (it's too cute); he loves
swimming (he’s like a fish); and he loves anything Star Wars (almost to a
fault). Our nickname for him is Grabby
(when he was a baby, Sir T said he was always grabbing his toys away and I love
that the nickname stuck). He is by far
the nicest guy in the house. He will
give you the shirt off his back (and I’ve seen him do it); he always thinks of
his sisters and brother first; and his hugs can transcend you to a better
place. He has the darkest brown eyes
I’ve ever seen (they are almost black) but when you look at them, you see a
gentle boy who loves life. His kindness
makes me a better mom.
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