Great to be Eight

So, my little boy is now eight years old. I honestly cannot believe it. I remember when my oldest nephew was baptized and I thought my brother was SO OLD; that having an eight year old meant you were a serious parent! Well, Jacob has come of age. Guess I am now old and am a serious parent. 

Jacob's birthday fell on a Sunday, so the family celebrations were held on Saturday (his birthday party with friends is not until February 21st). We told Jacob he could do anything he wanted that day. Our first activity was a family hike through the jungles of Singapore. About 0.2 kilometers into the walk, Andrew kept complaining of fatigue and expressing a desire to go home. As he was lagging behind, Scott and Jacob took off up the trail. A couple minutes later, Andrew was none to thrilled to have his father and brother jump out from behind a tree and yell, "Boo!" However, once Andrew I served them with payback, he had recovered and it became the afternoon's game.

After our hike, the family headed to the movie theater to see Inkheart. The boys and I had seen it the week prior, but Jacob decided he wanted his father to see it as well. I thought the movie was kind of lame (both times), but the boys thought it was awesome. (I now understand why my parents would groan every time I wanted to watch The Never Ending Story). 

Dinner consisted of dumplings at a Chinese restaurant that Jacob loves. Scott and I tried desperately to convince Jacob to partake of the buffet at the club, but he would not be deterred. No one but Jacob was thrilled about the meal...but he was the birthday boy. So, pork dumplings it was. 

Sunday was a great day for Jacob. Everyone at church wished him a happy birthday - and he had the chance to open presents. His request for dinner that night was steak and chocolate cake. This time, we were all happy with the choice of menu. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JACOB!!!!