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the big number 7

Sometimes I think to myself there is NO WAY I have 3 kids! And certainly not one that can read chapter books!
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And then I look at him. So tall. So strong. So happy. So toothless. So smart. So athletic. So boy. So SEVEN!
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And it takes my breath away!
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Happy 7th Birthday Tobin!

***btw you know your kid is growing up when they want to do their birthday dinner at Texas Roadhouse! It's all about the peanuts of course...and that Chuckee Cheese is right around the corner. Maybe he's not so grown up after all? :O)***


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Shanna Grimes said…
I know what you mean! Javi will be eight this year! He is also toothless. I have some pics of him on powerjavi.blogspot.com with the toothless grin. Where did the time go? Just yesterday I was dreaming of my son while he grew in my belly and now he is almost as tall as I am. The time flew by so fast. Most people say I have my hands full with three, but I say I would rather they be full than empty :)
March 20, 2008 at 12:58 AM
Danielle said…
Javi is SO handsome!

Time has flown by...I never knew I would love being a mommy as much as I do. So June Cleaver...I know. But it's true...I love being with my kids!

Anyway...

...danielle
March 20, 2008 at 7:22 AM
labonte4 said…
When Christian turned 8 he asked to go to Outback!!! He never even orders a kids meal anymore...he wants to eat shrimp!

I was just thinking the other day how much I love being a mother too. Ummm.. and Ava just spilled my coffee while I was trying to write this! *LOL*
March 20, 2008 at 7:34 AM
Danielle said…
LOL...Trevor spilled mine this morning!

Our kids have too much in common...spilling java...IS...steak joints! :O)

...danielle
March 20, 2008 at 9:09 AM
Danielle said…
LOL...Trevor spilled mine this morning!

Our kids have too much in common...spilling java...IS...steak joints! :O)

...danielle
March 20, 2008 at 9:09 AM
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