Eight and shaving?

So, Johnny has been eight years old for a couple of months now, and I am just barely getting around to telling about his birthday.  Among the many important milestones that he has met since turning eight, we are somewhat shocked to announce that he is now growing facial hair.  Though, it looks like somebody neglected to tell him that men are not supposed to grow hair on the fronts of their noses.

He has is own make-up compact now, which we are happy to see that he only  uses to store his 

precious rubber bands.

 

 He got his first suit to celebrate a very special occasion....

he became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints.









It was such a great day, and we are grateful for all of the people who came to his baptism and shared their testimonies with him.  The primary presidency handed out 3X5 cards so that we could all record our testimonies for him.  Johnny loved reading all of them, and I could tell that they meant a lot to him.

He became a Cub Scout, and I, by default became his den mother.  I say "by default" because I seem to follow my kids everywhere in the callings I am given.  That being said, I have enjoyed this job more than I ever thought I would.

On the night before Johnny's birthday, Hannah helped me wrap his one big present.  As a hint, she placed these two little guys on his bed.  This year was supposed to be a family year, meaning that we didn't invite friends to celebrate.

But some occasions are just too wonderful to keep to ourselves.  Johnny talked to some neighbor kids on the way home from school and they showed up to eat cake and ice cream with us.

Luckily there was enough for everyone.  Don't look too closely, I ran out of frosting before I was able to frost the whole thing.

They helped him be-head his first dragon, (a.k.a, the piniata that I got at the D.I.  I know!  Who would have guessed that you could find piniatas at the D.I.?  Let alone one that followed the theme and wasn't already smashed.  It was meant to be.)

 

 He was very excited about his present, he had been waiting for it since Christmas.

A Playmobil Castle!!!

He couldn't wait to put it together.

That night we headed over to the Classic Fun Center to finish celebrating.

We all had a great time.

As your Aunt Vera would say, Johnny,

"Thanks for being born."