Zeke turns 8!

I can't believe my firstborn is 8 now.  It just can't be possible!  And he's in 3rd grade...wha???  It wasn't that long ago that his dad nearly ran the truck off the road on the way home from the hospital because he kept gazing at the newborn in the car seat between us!  (I think I've told that story before, but I'm never letting him live that one down.  Ever.)

And now he's EIGHT?!?!

Yep, we're just 10 more years away from this one becoming independent.  I'm not sure how I feel about this.

So, he had been asking for a Chuck-E-Cheese birthday party since the day after his 7th birthday party.  But when Chuck-E finally came out, all dressed up in his furry suit, Zeke wouldn't have anything to do with him!  He didn't want to go up and be a rock star, he didn't want to dance, he didn't want to be on their little TV screen...and he was on the verge of tears!

Go figure.  *I* still don't get it.

But in the end, he chose his Uncle Frog to go into the Ticket Blaster for 60 seconds to catch as many tickets as they could, and he seemed to cheer up.  I have no idea what came over him, but I'm glad he snapped out of it.

Anyway, he and his friends, brother, and cousin had a good time.  I don't know any kid that doesn't like going to Chuck-E-Cheese, so I guess it was money well spent.

Incidentally, he never got around to writing out thank you cards to everyone who came, so if you're reading this now, THANK YOU FOR COMING TO THE PARTY - FROM ZEKE!!

Happy 8th birthday to you, son.  You make your mom and dad so proud.  :)