Eight

This little man turned eight years old yesterday. It's hard to believe that my baby is already eight. On Saturday morning, Hubby gave him the option of taking his booster seat out of the car. He was so ready that he wasted no time getting it out. I personally was not ready for this step. It meant admitting that he's getting older, that it's one more step away from being the baby (even though he hasn't been a baby for a very long time).

He decided he wanted a strawberry cake with strawberry icing and halloween decorations. He also chose the yellow icing to go with it.
Not so long ago he was a baby in my arms. Now he's a boy trying to grow into a man. But no matter how big he gets, he will always be my baby.