Seven

Andrew turned seven today, but before he turned seven, he had to do some last minute maneuvering while he was still six. He can only play Wii on the weekend at our house. Yesterday he came to me with puppy dog eyes.

"Mom, can I just ask you a question about me?"

"Sure buddy, what's up!" (me thinking he had some deep desire for details on his earthly sojourn)

"Well, today is my last day of being six, and I was wondering if you would let me play Wii one last time while I'm still six?"

Yes, I let him--cause I'm a pushover, and it was definitely a creative ploy!  And then I cried after we said family prayers that night,  and I had to hug him one last time while he was a six year old-- because I'm sappy like that.

It's crazy to think next year he will be baptized.

And since I'm sure you're dying to know about that Tornado cake.....absolute nightmare! You try defying gravity with a cake. It's not an easy task. I got 2 hours of sleep last night. I went to bed praying that I had done a good enough job and it would still be standing today. Thankfully, it was. And Andrew's big eyes and reply of, "That's Awesome!" made it all worth it.

 (Hard to see detail, but it's about to hit a barn, and that is an airplane sticking out of the top--colonel Mustard's idea! Speaking of which, this cake would not have been possible without his helpful engineering and shoulder to cry on)

I won't ruin his birthday, I'll wait until tomorrow to inform him that I will be making his birthday cake selections from now on....and they'll be in the form of a square...a flat one....lying down on the cake board!

Happy Birthday Andrew! We love you and are so grateful you picked us to be your family. ( And we wish you would stop growing, cause it's got to be embarrassing to make your Mom cry so much....and we can't afford your shoes!)