It is great to be eight! At least that has been Michael's impression so far. His birthday was last Wednesday and at 6:24am he came knocking on my door. I am not always fully awake at 6:24am. So I was a little groggy at first when he burst into my room head held high and chest puffed out with pride to declare, "I AM EIGHT!"
I mustered some excitement for him, gave him a high-five and then asked him to go back to his room until 7-0-0 (normal wake up/come out of bedroom time for the boys).
That started a pretty good day that involved a monster chocolate chip pancake for breakfast, cupcakes and s'mores at school, and pizza, cupcake and jello for dinner.
Eight turned out to be not bad at all.
Then Saturday came along and it just got better. Michael made the decision to be baptized and Saturday was the big day. We had lots of family from the area, plus Aunt Rachel on Skype and Uncle Doug on FaceTime, with us for the big event. He shared the event with another little girl in his class so we didn't get to pick all the speakers and such this time, but Opa gave a talk on the Holy Ghost, Oma was the chorister, Josh gave the closing prayer, Nana was in charge of Aunt Rachel's head and Aunt Marilyn was gracious enough to let us hijack her iPhone and she was in charge of Uncle Doug's head.
Afterwards we headed back to the house to eat dinner and, for the kids anyway, to play Pokemon. And because I am trying to compensate for being grumpy, pregnant mommy most of the time, I made a Pokemon ball cake.
Yeah, I am just that cool. Although, if one were, hypothetically, to go on Pinterest and search for "pokemon cakes" one would feel unbelievably overwhelmed and inadequate. Just sayin'. As it was, in this particular case, one did not allow the children to search on Pinterest with one, so they all thought this cake was AWESOME!!!!