My littlest boy turned 10 years old on the 14th. It's not hard to believe that the baby who cried more than any baby in history grew up to be the little boy who talks more than any boy in history. We do, indeed, call him Mouth. His mouth works independently of his brain. In fact, just the other day he said as he was playing, "I should've worn a condom!" You can imagine the conversation we had after that. Bottom line: he didn't know what a condom was, and now he does.
For his birthday, we got him something he's been wanting for awhile: a bee bee gun with a scope and some targets. The boy was quite pleased with his gift:
He had a sleepover with three of his friends, and they spent the entire evening playing war games. Just look at all the casualties of war strewn in my hallway:
The boys really enjoyed the ninja cupcakes:
And they really enjoyed each other:
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