I know. Pretty hard for me to believe, too. Halloween came and went. We had Rocky, Madeline, and a Purple Octopus in the house.
And today, we counted to eleven.  Over and over.  Eleven balloons.
Eleven flowers placed in a vase from pappy, that arrived in the hospital in 1997.  Eleven years ago.  
And a very delicious, time consuming, cake.  That held all the wishes of an eleven year old.