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You want to know what’s even worse than your oldest turning into a teenager?  Your baby turning 8.  I thought since I’ve been to 8 two times before it wasn’t going to be such a big deal.  But each year he gets older, it stays being hard.  I mean, he’s getting old, I’m getting older.  It’s just not fair.  I signed up for babies.  While I’m pretty happy being diaper-free, no more middle-of-the-night feedings, no having to worry about nap time (wait-I do kind of miss nap time), none of my kids stayed babies long enough.  I was robbed!

At any rate, Jacob turned 8 in March.  Here’s is official birth minute photo (in the car waiting to go into school)…

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He was so excited for his birthday, counting down all month, telling his friends (and teacher) all month how many days til his birthday.  His birthday fell on a Thursday which is when he enjoyed his star cake and presents and Skype calls.

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IMG_0007Jacob’s party was on a Saturday and he wanted it to be easy.  Jumping at the local trampoline center with his buddies (and his sisters and mom and dad), and pizza at home.  So that’s what we did.  We jumped for 2 hours!  Then we had pizza and enjoyed his Minecraft cake.  He actually sat down beside me when I was looking on pinterest for ideas.  He picked this one out.  He also supervised the making of the fondant figures to make sure they were correct.  I mean, I don’t know what a creeper is.

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A few days before his big birthday, Jacob and I went to the music store to have him fitted for his birthday present from us.  An acoustic guitar.  He’s been wanting to take lessons so we decided that turning 8 would be a good time.  We picked out a guitar that was his size, paid for the first month of lessons, and we were on our way with a pretty big smile on our face!

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The day after his big party was our annual mom and son date.  I so look forward to this every year.  We were going to go for breakfast and then to a movie but he decided the night before that he didn’t think he could wait to eat breakfast at the restaurant.  So we opted for a movie and then lunch.  We saw Home in 3D (which was such a fun movie) and ate at Chili’s.

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We also took his 8 year pictures.

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Yep, he’s all grown up!  We love you, Jacob.

Teenager

So in January, yes I’m aware of how long it’s been since January was here, Mazie decided she could just up and turn 13.  Just like that.  Overnight.  No warning, no asking, she just went and did it.

I’m still in denial…that’s why I haven’t blogged it.  It seems like if I put it up here, it’s real.  Nevermind the fact that it really is true and Mazie is actually a great teen.  Nevermind the fact that I don’t want it to be true even though it is.  I’m not ready.  But anyone who knows Mazie knows that it didn’t matter if I was ready or not.  She was doing it anyway.

So here you go.  All her birthday wonderfulness.  13 years.  Man, she’s old! 😉

We will start with her birth minute photo…

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The littles got in the celebrating too.  They can’t give her all the attention…

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We had a small party at the local trampoline place.  She invited a few friends and it was just perfect.

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Her annual dad/daughter date.  They went to breakfast this year and then to see a movie.

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So part of her turning into the teens, we decided to make it a bit more special for her and let her go to my hair salon.  The lady who does my hair was so excited to meet Mazie and get to know her.  Mazie was over the moon excited when I had made her appointment.  She was so tickled with the fact that she was pampered for an hour.  I almost cried when I saw her come around the corner.  I held it in, though and just smiled and how beautiful she is.

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So there you have it.  It’s official.  Even if it was already all over facebook and instagram since January.  It’s officially official now that it’s been blogged.  Mazie’s 13 and still amazing.  We love you Mazie!

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