Dalton turned 8 today.
My youngest biological baby.
I was sorta sad. Guess it means I don’t have much of an excuse for these muffin tops and jelly belly anymore.
For some reason, the kids didn’t have school today.
Dalton liked to think it was in honor of his big day.
Even if it meant having to stop at another fast food drive-thru on the way.
Because mommy really is a sucker.
Call me an all-day-sucker.
For a little fun. And party supplies.
Nothing like waiting ’til the last minute, I always say.
Dalton chose to open his presents first.
Another football jersey. Who’d have guessed?
Dalton requested The Pioneer Woman’s Sheet Cake.
I think he’s got a crush on her.
He’d rather play with the gift card wrapper.