Seven

My baby is seven.

Seven.

And he wants to be just like his dad. 

We had a small party for him yesterday. The boys walked up to the park for some football before lunch and cake. We were blessed with a beautifully mild January day. Both my winter boy birthday celebrations have been able to be outdoors this year. 

The football cake my chef-in-training decorated himself! 

 

Peter has wanted a catcher's mask for years. He is always finding creative ways to protect himself with the right gear as he plays with his constantly pitching brother. Here's how I found him a few days ago in the front yard.

Well, Mema and Grandpa sent the perfect gift.

I adore this kid. 

He keeps us laughing.

Happy Birthday, Peter!