Octo-Boy!

I have to practice getting my lips around some new words today…

I actually think I may be getting a stutter…

I’ll try for you:

SON

EIGHT.

Gads.

A few pertinent questions spring to mind.

Deep and involved queries…

Ssuch as:

How?

What?

Where?

When?

And most importantly…

WHY!

My baby boy is growing up.

My Dash is a Transformer-mad, Ben 10-crazy, wii-playing, rip-stick-riding maestro…

We are so proud of you, matie.

Happy Birthday!

(PS Thanks y’all for sweet and reassuring comments last post. I’m okay. And I ain’t plannin’ on going away…)