Why does it seem like kid years go by faster than adult years? That must be the case, because my baby just turned eight. As you may already know, birthdays in this house mean more birthday boxes, and I got a little pang of excitement when I realized it was time to gift another Eight Box. The Eight Box is a collaboration between “A” an myself, a special daddy-made birthday box filled with mama-made jewelry.
The little dude on the front? He’s a “Fruitie,” a character my girl made up and writes about frequently. You’ll see a bit more of the “Fruities” in the next few days.
Before it was a monkey house…
…it held a necklace with a husky charm, a “Power Puggy” charm (another of her frequently-drawn characters), and a Fruity.
…and a small copper ring with her initials stamped into it. In this picture, she’s peering through her new birding binoculars, looking for more birds to add to her life list. The girl’s list is already much longer than mine, and I’ve got 29.5 years on her.
Switching gears, I’d like to take a moment to thank the local public school officials for banning bringing in food treats on a child’s birthday. I know, I sound like a total party pooper, but seriously…it was getting to be a bit much. But what I don’t think the school rule-makers know is that they opened up a window for something super sweet to happen. Wanting so very badly to bring something in to school to celebrate her birthday, my girl made 29 “cyclops bixters” for her classmates, with 29 little construction paper envelopes to put them in. And she’s not the only one who has created little something’s for her classmates on her special day. All of a sudden these kids are having fun giving as a way of celebrating. Now that is a reason to celebrate.