8 is great

The small people in my house are getting a little less small. My little baby Colin turned 8 on Monday. A few months ago he got into a show called MeatEater and decided he wants to learn how to hunt. The best way to do that, of course, is to have a hunting themed birthday party thrown by someone who has never held a gun or killed an animal on purpose (I'm still sorry about your fish, Justin, how was I supposed to know that goldfish die when they get out of water? His eyes were open!)

 Here's the picture breakdown-

It was a very low-key party, but I think everyone had a good time. It was way better than my "do dishes all day because your dishwasher is broken" themed birthday party the day before.