Eight meant a fever and a day (or three) home from school for Tyler. Poor kid. But, he made the best of it. He was pretty pathetic on the couch so he was allowed to pick a present mid-morning. He picked a good one...
Once Dad and Ryan were home, we did the cake thing. In order to prevent the sharing of germs, we put his candles on just one piece. He did have a whole cake for his birthday.
Unfortunately he didn't feel up to eating any of the cake that night, but he sure did enjoy opening the remainder of his gifts.
Our boy is officially eight whole years old. Sniff.
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