Sam turned eight last month. I can hardly believe it. Eight is such a boy age. I'm dealing with it fine...since I just try not to think about it.
For his birthday we gave him season one of Little House on the Prairie on DVD. He's read all the books at least four times through and loves them. Since there isn't a whole lot left on PBS that excites him and since we're not crossing over to "real" TV, I decided we need to bulk up our DVD library with quality options. The whole family is loving watching the Little House shows. Us parents love the lessons taught and the kids have even started saying, "Yes, ma'am" and "Yes, sir." No complaints here.
The other gift we gave Sam was his own tool bag complete with screwdrivers, tape measure, glue, pliers, etc (some used, some new). Jamey also stuck in there some plans he had printed off the internet for a couple different projects they can work on together.
They got busy quick and within a day or so, Sam had stilts.
It took him about a week and a half to master them so that now, he walks all around our downstairs circle with them, navigating all the steps between thresholds with ease. He can even hop and walk backwards. Because most of our downstairs is hard wood floor or linoleum, Jamey added these rubber chair grippers so Sam wouldn't slip. They also make his stilt-ing quieter.
Sam asked me if he could join the circus. He was serious.
See what I mean? I just can't allow myself to think about him growing up.