ten

Last week The Boy turned 10.

Ten.

As in, I now have a ten year old.

Fortunately, and this proves for the 345,398th time that everything happens for a reason, there was so much going on I didn’t have time, or energy for that matter, to dwell on it. Two days prior we had gotten home from an almost 3 week stint that involved driving halfway across the country. It was a blast but by that point I was wiped out. Also both his sister’s were having issues with various things that I’ll get into later.

But I tried my hardest to make the day a special one for my first born. Whenever we would tell him it was his birthday he would mimic blowing out candles. So I knew that as long as he had fire to blow out he’d be good.

We started the day with a candle on his pancakes.

Weekly he asks to go to Pizza Hut but I wasn’t too up for that so instead I got all the fixings and had him make us pizzas.

First the sauce.

Then some cheese.

Then some toppings.

For the record he did a quality control check on each and everything that he put on those pizzas. That’s just the kind of guy he is.

During the day I had a stroke of genius and made his cake into a “10.” He was thrilled.

And more than thrilled he had more fire to extinguish.

After presents we had cake and ice cream then got jammies on and watched the first half of Despicable Me 2 (a last minute gift I got him that put him over the top with excitement).

The evening was all kinds of low key which was all kinds of what we needed.

I still can’t believe I have a 10 year old.