nine

How is it possible that I have a 9 year old son?!?!?! (Ok, so technically it's possible I could have a 9 year old grandson, but that's entirely beside the point....)

Here's how a 9 year old spends his day: morning school work, noon-time sports class (where they played capture-the-flag, apparently a favorite of kids this age), and afternoon adventures as follows:





Hangin' out at the Science Museum, discussing prehistoric eras with our friend Kyra.











Indulging in plenty of space exploration.








Blowin' out the candles.

Eating cake.








Opening gifts. Namely, the one gift he wanted more than anything else in the world, the Playmobil Pyramid.

He's busy putting it together right now. Past his bedtime. It's a pretty big deal, this is a kid who insists on going to bed on time every night (he loves him some sleep....). But tonight, he's 9, he can stay up a little later to finish his birthday project.

Happy Birthday, my little man! May the world continue to open it's amazing doors before you.