Holy cow.
When did my first born son turn SEVEN?
It is a crazy moment in time when I realize how fast this whole parenting gig flies by.
We celebrated at Chuck-E-Cheese with his classmates but wanted to make his birthday morning extra special.
When you are seven, this is easily accomplished with pancakes that spell your name + whipped cream + sprinkles.
Root beer floats with candles in them also help.
Here is a peek at my blonde hair. Save your comments, I am totally grey now so unless you want to donate weekly coloring services with Paulette Tilden, you will have to look at pictures of the brown when you miss it.
Blurry picture, which is why I'm saving for a new camera! I'm half-way there, providing no one breaks an arm or wrecks a car before I earn the other half.
Root beer floats in the morning are a big deal around here!
Happy Birthday, Sweet Ross!
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