Yesterday was the Little Tuna Boy's 7th birthday. That is so, so hard to believe.
Saying my kids are 7 and 9 makes me sound like an old mom. Or at least a mom who should know more and handle things better.
Instead of a party this year, we took the kids to Great Wolf Lodge. For the childless among you, it is a hotel with an indoor water park. It was a huge hit with the kids and we had a great time.
One thing I love about my kids is how much they appreciate the little things. They were thrilled to play miniature golf in the winter and they loved the lame ass trolley ride around the property. When I looked around the water park and saw hundreds of kids pouting and crying, I have to say that I was extremely thankful for my little family.
My son was happy with three gifts and a cupcake in our hotel room for his birthday.
My youngest is seven-years-old now and I am excited about it. I have no regrets about the first nine and a half years of my parenting life (except for choosing their current school) and I am looking forward to the next few years before the teens set in.
Besides, the Little Tuna Boy is just such a great kid. He's uber polite and very happy. He chooses good friends and smiles through life. He's so smart that it would be easy for him to be serious and alone, but he's always reaching out to people.
People always say that he's just like me and that is about the best compliment someone can give me.
Happy, happy birthday, baby boy! You are so loved.