Yesterday was my baby boy's seventh birthday. As you can see he can barely contain his excitement for a picture.
Especially with yummy cupcakes and presents to be had.
Our birthday festivities were a bit rushed since Monday nights are Brownie night and just generally week-night harried, but we did have time for cupcakes before dinner which was good Japanese food at Aji Sai (if you're in Toronto visit the one on Danforth--the food is fantastic). Alexander not only polished off his favourite dish of edamame and a bunch of gyoza, he also took the big-boy leap of trying a spider roll which I don't think he loved but which he ate graciously.
Then we played his new Jam Pack Jam game (pretty fun) while listening to the dulcet tunes of Crazy Frog (beware of audio--work friendly but silly) and later Elton John (I try to mix the kiddie choices with more mature sounds--he loves the song Crocodile Rock).
This weekend we'll do the serious celebrating by playing (borrowed) PS2 videogames and eating a lot of junkfood*.
Happy Birthday my Xander, I love you a tonne and hope being seven is completely magical.
*As I write this I flash forward 7 years and see the future. Except my baby is a giant eating me out of house and home and I can never watch my own tv. I am afraid.