My baby boy turned SEVEN today. Hard to believe. I say that for every kids' birthday, but REALLY. He is the BABY. They're all growing too fast!
I think he had a good WEEK--we started celebrating his birthday Sunday, and ended with a few close friends over for dinner tonight.
Sunday's party setting(above).
Today's party table.
His theme this year was Hank the Cowdog, and we had quite a bit of fun with it!
Pictures speak louder than words.
The amazing thing about his gift-opening this year(other than NOT cutting a finger open with his much-used pocketknife) was his CONTINUAL excitement.
Not a single "oh, that's nice" to a gift, but EXCITEMENT.
If he was acting, he is GOOD.
No cowboy worth his salt goes without a stringed instrument. . . we had quite the mandolin concert Sunday.
(Move on over, Kenny Hutson!)
Today they had a "rattlesnake toss" competition. He's got good form for reptile flingin'!
Minnie mouse wore her pink boots to the party.
There were a few tough characters.
The occasional happy cowhand.
Goodies for guys and for cowgirls, too.
Cake. Complete with ranch.
The boy had some "directing" to do as we sang "Happy Birthday"--we had to sing "Happy Birthday Hank the Cowdog"!
Happy Birthday to you, Brennan! I love you!