My baby turned 7 today. Yesterday he knocked out his three front teeth at the local pizza kid's play house of bacteria and snotty nosed kids.

Blood everywhere, screaming and a conspicuous absence of gnashing.

Today we celebrated the day of his birth by eating omelettes, running errands, going out for lunch, going to the movies and lots of hugs and kisses. Oh, and some presents too....

Such a day. Such a day.

I'm exhausted.

Update:

12/10/06 My oldest boy turned 9. We partied. Again. All day. Ended up with burgers and a movie...

So much celebrating. So little time.