At 2:47 p.m. he’ll be 8

Remember those commercials from a couple of years ago that said at the end, “A baby changes everything“?

There is so very much truth to that statement.

My life was forever changed the minute my Benjamin was born.

And now that he is eight years old I am getting to the point where I cannot remember a life without him in it.

These days he scores goals while playing soccer and reads Harry Potter books with the same voraciousness as his father (and that is saying A LOT).  He surprises us with his silly jokes and his intelligence, which are both things he has done for a long time.

He is adored by his teachers and friends and he loves to talk about his day at school over dinner (I just love that).  We’re still in the stage where he tells me pretty much everything.  Or at least I want to believe that anyway…

On any given day I can find him making up his own comic strips and mimicking the characters from the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” books or writing his own book.  Once he’s done he asks me to “publish” it for him (staple it together, OHMYGOODNESS, so cute!) and we’ll read it together.

He has his own wallet now that we brought back for him from our trip to NYC and he loves to keep his money in it and even pay for his own things sometimes.  He earns a small allowance (although I’m pretty bad about keeping up with it regularly) for some chores he helps with around the house and he saves most of the money he gets for birthdays, etc.

His favorite meals that I make are my homemade meatballs with spaghetti and my beef stew.  He also loves fish sticks.  And I still pack his lunch every single day which includes an apple, a juice box or water, a sandwich (either almond butter or turkey) and either goldfish or something else crunchy.  Sometimes I also stick a little treat in there and a note.  He still has a major aversion to cheese, unless it’s on pizza.  And yes, I am serious.  The rest of us have NO idea why he doesn’t like cheese.  I mean, WHAT? Cheese is goooood…

The boy is currently a tad bit obsessed with Legos and especially likes the Lego Heroica games.

He also really wants another pet but Dad and I say no for now…

We tend to but heads at times but I think it’s just because we have very similar personalities and we always make up in the end, of course.

Over dinner tonight I told him that he would not officially be 8 years old until 2:47 p.m., the same time he was born.

He wasn’t going for it.

While tucking him into bed I said the last “Goodnight” to my 7 year old.

Time surely does have wings that fly fast…

Happy Birthday my sweet, handsome, smart, awesome son and big brother, Benja Wenja.

Love you always,

Mom
(yeah, not “Mommy”, but “Mom”, gah)