Happy 49th, old man!

No Wayne did not just age more than a decade overnight. It's our big boy, Apollo, who celebrated the big 7th birthday (in people years) yesterday. We celebrated with banana-nut muffins and Miles got to blow out the candle. Apollo got some extra treats too - like steak trimmings from mommy's dinner - since this birthday officially bumps him into the geriatric category.

Miles enjoyed celebrating but did add, "I miss my birthday." And Chelsea kept giving us the look that said, "I'll remember this when my birthday comes around."

Miles did his best cheering "Go Big Orange" this weekend, but to no avail. He did let it slip that his favorite color is purple, so maybe that had something to do with it?

I've been doing some Christmas decorating to get us in the spirit, but with the pending kitchen demolition it's a limited endeavor. I've got the stockings and some other goodies on the mantle and put up a 4' tree on the tabletop, rather than pull out the whole shebang. Miles is into the decor - he was in the other room when I put up the little pre-lit tree, and when he came out he said, "Ooh mommy, it's kissmas!"
And when he turned the corner and saw the lit wreath above the stockings he started shouting, "Look, mommy, look at it!" Okay, so this year should be pretty fun. If I can only keep him from opening the presents I've already wrapped!