8 years

I am too young to have an 8 year old. Where did the time go? In two weeks he will be baptised and in september he will be a wolf cub. I am really not this old. I swear!


Here he is blowing out his candles with his friend he has been with since two. They are like brothers. Even their teacher this past year said that they seem to have sibling tendancies. I think she means the fight a lot and make up quickly at least that what he does with his true sibling. Actually they get along quite well.

Tweedle D love soccer and math. Strange I know but I’m sure he will grow out of it (the math I mean) His favorite movie is Harry Potter 5, and favorite food is Ice Cream sandwich (a least he got something from me)


4 thoughts on “8 years

  1. Ches and I were just talking about this the other night. Considering you guys have only been married 2 months longer than us, it kind of freaked us out to think that if we had followed the same path as you, we, too, would have an 8 year old (or and almost 8 year old). Now that’s some scary stuff. I feel old. I can’t think about that. I’m freaking out enough with the idea that my first-born starts kindergarten in a week!!

  2. I was astounded when Elizabeth turned 8 this year – it just didn’t seem possible. I am still in shock – though I think I will be in more shock next year when Dot turns 8 as well.

  3. You have an 8 year old? and got married about the same time as Sariah?? And Julia, you have an 8 year old?! I knew Paul when he was single! Wow, I suddenly feel REALLY old Thanks! I guess I got the right part today for an upcoming RS play–the old est lady–at least I can properly hobble with my cane! šŸ™‚

    The kids look great.

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