Happy 8th Birthday, Duke!
Could it really be?
Yep, he’s eight. And he has the dangling front tooth to prove it!
Hey, why did I not take Nellie’s pic?
Okay, fixed.
Doh! Can’t forget the littlest ham!
Before Steve left for Illinois last weekend, we took Duke out to for 25-cent ice cream cones (that are no longer 25 cents and apparently haven’t been 25 cents in a long, long time now. Oops.) at McDonald’s with the really big play place.
Today, we’re just hanging out at home, stuffing ourselves with ice cream and every sort of topping known to kidkind, interspersed with bits of outside time in between the rain drops and a birthday call from Steve.
Happy birthday, Duke! You’re a cool kid.
Happy Birthday Duke…you look like you’re a fun kid!
And your sister’s do too!
“The littlest ham” reminds me of Aunt Clara from Bewitched. The way her face scrunches reminds me of her for some odd reason. Of course, she’s much cuter than Aunt Clara.
When I was 8 I remember wanting nothing more than to be 10. It was only two years away! Lol, the wants of children are funny sometimes. Tell him happy birthday from the blogging community!
Willow, she does in that pic, doesn’t she? That’s her snorting face. She giggles and snorts and makes that crazy face — cracks us all up!