I can't believe I am the mother of a nine year old. NINE! That's one year away from the double digits. I am sooo not ready for this.
We celebrated having this boy for nine years with a pool party at Grandma's house.
I bought a few water guns and Bret came up with a pool version of capture the flag to play with the kids.
The 'flags' were swimming noodles.
We ate pizza and candy-coated apples.
Aiden chose an apple instead of a cupcake to put his candle on. ???. I'm going to need a DNA test to be sure this is my boy. He may have been switched at birth.
NINE!
He opened his gifts from his friends and cousins.
NINE!
The whole gang.
Happy birthday, Mr. Man! NINE years old! Please, don't turn ten.
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