My baby boy just turned SEVEN. Yikes. SEVEN is a big number. It also means that I. Am. Old.
I REALLY love this kid.
I also REALLY love this photo, taken with my iphone on the morning of his birthday. I REALLY love it. There are so many things going on here.
Here are all of the things that I love about this photo, that you may not have noticed...
*His face - I told him to say "cheese" and this is what I got. He was just too excited about those blueberry pancakes.
*Those blueberry pancakes look disgusting and unrecognizable as blueberry pancakes.
*Did ya notice the bacon? It's where his fork should be. Where's his fork? I don't know...
*The blurry arm. Do 7 year old boys EVER STOP MOVING? Nope.
*The Giants balloons. He is obsessed with the Giants. I caught him watching the MLB network a couple of days ago before I was even awake instead of cartoons. Obsessed.
*His t-shirt. That's the logo for Jude's Uncle Meat's band, The Wild Turkeys. (Did you follow that?) Jude's never seen them, nor heard them play. He loves that shirt though!
*The fancy bunny cup. We use that on special occasions. We're real fancy like that.
Oh, how I love my boy. This photo cracks me up, fills my heart and makes my cry at the same time.
I can't imagine life without Jude and all of the joy, laughter and confusion he brings to my life.