I know, don't say anything. I can't believe that my youngest is eight. It really is such a shocker.
Monday, Andrew turned eight. But in true youngest child fashion, I am posting about it three days late. This is the child that always has a smile for you. Happy go lucky. The sweet little boy that completed our family.

Yes, the birthday fairy came. And as always, a wish was made.

And as always, I hope it comes true.

So, the ages are back to the even year. Twelve, Ten, Eight. For some reason, I always like the odd years. Until of course, they are Thirteen, Eleven and Nine. Ouch!

Knitting has been happening. Andrew's cobblestone is finished and is patiently awaiting a photo shoot. Soon, I hope.