Eli with his loot. He got a sketch pad, a quill pen with ink, and some Smith and Edwards treasures because he wanted a messenger bag so he could be a revolutionary war spy. I approve those types of birthday present requests. Awesome.
Some birthday torture, for fun. Someone's fun, anyway.
Eight candles. Crazy.
He loved his cake. So did I--it was pretty easy and looked impressive. The best kind of cakes. :)
I love my Eli. I wish I had written down then the usual birthday questions and answers, but he hasn't changed all that much. He still loves the color hot pink (but not neon pink--which he doesn't like that much at all), he still loves to draw, he still loves dinosaurs, he still loves me best of anyone in the world (although Emeline and Annabel would be close seconds). He's still a little nervous about new things and he still doesn't like a lot of people looking at him. He's sweet and helpful and cheerful and funny, and his voice is still raspy and darling. I just adore this kid.
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