Junior is now 8 years old. I’m still scratching my head over the quick passage of time.

Time. It seems to fly by once you’re out of school.

Junior was my first baby that I kinda, sorta, maybe, slightly planned for. The rest of my precious crew were somewhat of a surprise. Not completely. Obviously, I know how these things happen.

Junior has been both a pleasure and challenge to parent. He has turned all of my preconceived notions and ideas on their heads. He’s caused me to reevaluate my thought processes and embrace a new normal.

Junior. Hmmm. We named him right. He is truly his father’s son.

I love him like crazy.

He wanted a Star Wars themed birthday this year. Big surprise! For his birthday cake, he requested an R2D2 cake. Apparently, those particular cake pans are not in production anymore. However, you can purchase them on e-bay for around $80.

Mmmkay? I think not.

Since I felt crunched for time, I broke down and ordered a cake from one of our local grocery stores. Oh. My. Word. It was the ugliest cake. Of all time. Ever. And I paid money for it.

{Please insert silent weeping. Thankyouverymuch.}

Thankfully, he loved it. He couldn’t stop raving about how cool it was. Boys. Gotta love the ease with which they love and accept things. So low maintenance.

I wish I could grab a remote and put life on slow motion. I hate to think that eight more years will fly by and before I’m ready for it, we will be celebrating his 16th birthday. At which time, I’ll be 40. Gulp.