Race is Eight

I look at him and can't believe he's eight.

The other night the boys and I got home late from somewhere and they had all fallen asleep in the car:

I unbuckled Witt and carried him in to his bed.

I unbuckled Lane and carried him to his bed.

I unbuckled Race and tried to pick him up.
Dead weight, I couldn't move him.

He's a hard sleeper.

I tried to pick him up again.

It wasn't happening.

"Race, come on. We're home...I need you to walk to bed."

"I'm too tired."

"Come on, I'll hold your hand."

I still look at him and can't believe he's eight.

He got snow for his birthday:

And made his own cake for Family Home Evening:

Some of Race's Favorites:

the color blue

biscuits and bacon gravy

Tae Kwon Do

electronics

everything Mario

maps
Star Wars
nature

Magic Tree House books
otter-pops

water, he's a little fish

Harry Potter

riding his bike

I can't believe he's eight.