10 Years Old

Andrew turned 10 years old on Jan. 3rd. That's so insane. 10 years old???

He's not my cute little baby anymore, that's for sure. He is a kid hanging in limbo somewhere between that cute little boy of years past and an obnoxious teenager. He smells, refuses to take a shower, hates getting his hair cut, or even combed for that matter, constantly talks about farts and poop, and loves to eat his boogers. And yet somehow, we do love him.

We had a party just the 3 of us on his actual birthday...

Andrew loves infomercials. He had been begging for the Sobakawa Cloud Pillow for a verrry long time. Whatever floats your boat kid.

That weekend he had a bowling party with friends and cousins.

Andrew and Ben...best buddies.

Birthday Girl - October 7, 2010

So, I'm getting pretty old these days. The big 3-4. Eek. I'm not sure why I'm even doing a birthday post because it's been so long ago I don't remember anything about it. I think the three of us went to dinner and came home and had cheesecake. Pretty exciting. We're livin' it up these days. But honestly, that's all I care about. Get me my cheesecake and I'm a happy camper.

Andrew helping me sing 'Happy Birthday'