7, 30, & 25

As many of you know, there have been some birthdays around here this month. On the 15th, these guys were the birthday boys.


It's so hard to believe that Hunter is SEVEN! That does not sound like a "baby" age. At all. :-( I officially have a big boy nephew. We celebrated (or, should I say, a bunch of little 7-year-olds celebrated) with basketball-playing party at their church's gym.

opening presents

He can skateboard and snowboard on the Wii Fit. He's not trying to get in shape.

*A pre-present-opening story:
On the way to the party, my mom gave Hunter a very mom-ish talk about saying thank you for all his gifts, being grateful, etc. This little quiz happened after her speech.

Granna: So, Hunter, what will you do if you open a present that maybe wasn't exactly what you asked for?

Hunter: Oh, probably just . . . throw it away.

Umm, maybe gift cards are your best bet for Hunter.

Avery and Casen caught red frosting-handed
And then it was his daddy's turn. If my oldest nephew is now a real big boy, then my 30-year-old big brother is most definitely now a real grown-up!

Chase was happy to help dispose of the some of the cake.
And the end of our day of birthday-partying, Hunter lost his first tooth! So proud.
And then it was our turn (the two of us on the right, that is). Here are Cari-Beth, Brooks, & me at Shogun.

Brooks and I turned 25 last week, on the 24th and 25th, respectively. 25 on the 25th. Is there a name for that kind of birthday? We celebrated last weekend with what has become an annual dinner at Shogun with our parents and some friends.

And I'd like to wish a very happy, belated birthday to my fellow bloggers and friends who share my special day with me . . . Joan, Allison, & Bronwyn, I hope your day was wonderful!