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October 17, 2016

My baby turned six over the weekend.

We had a Scooby Doo party on Saturday


Complete with chocolate chip cookies shaped like dog biscuits (thank you, Pinterest)



And the requisite pinata.



This was the first time he was able to invite school friends, which just about sent him into orbit, he was so excited.


His actual birthday was Sunday, and he wanted to go to Dave & Buster’s for his family field trip.  So we did.


And then he wanted taco’s for dinner, so we went to Margarita’s.  Which was the point in the weekend that it hit me like a ton of bricks.  He’s SIX YEARS OLD.  He’s IN KINDERGARTEN.  He’s not a baby any more.

And the only thing I could do was weep quietly into my melon margarita.


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