Ty turned seven on Sunday.
Holy Cow that seems old. Especially when it’s the age of our youngest…not our oldest.
Gone are the days of strollers and sippy cups and car seats. Scratch that. At 38 pounds, he’ll be in that car seat until he’s 10 and a booster until…forever.
Anyway. On to the festivities.
His list to Nana and Pops was short. An electric toothbrush and Trader Joe’s hash browns. Check.
I’m pretty sure this is him trying to read his card.
If you haven’t played with this sand outside of a Brookstone store this season, you haven’t lived. Go out now and find some. You can thank me later.