He went and turned twelve. Just like that. Didn’t ask my permission. Didn’t give me a warning.
Somehow went from two years old to twelve while I went to warm up my coffee.
Just had to throw in that above pic. He’s just so photogenic. Except up there.
When they were toddlers, everyone thought 5 of 8 and 6 of 8 were twins.
They actually do look more twin-like than my actual twins. Who do not look twin-like at all.
A-hem. More photogenic, perfectly posed children….
5 of 8 wanted his mama’s fried chicken for dinner, so I obliged. Several chickens were harmed in the making of the birthday dinner. I just want to be honest about that…
As I’ve written before about big family birthday parties, we do tend to keep things pretty simple. A big meal, some cake and ice cream overindulgence, a couple of presents…
And a lot of love.
Happy birthday 5 of 8.