The Boy Turned Nine

...and he's feeling fine.

His parents on the other hand...

This year we celebrated with the easiest and happiest birthday party to date.

To accomplish, you begin by buying 4 super rad laser tag guns. Quality counts on this one.

 Next, you invite 3 besties to shoot up.  Tender hearts need not apply.

 Finally, the helpful husband drives the 4 gun slingers to the local wooded park, where said slingers massacre one another until all 4 are dead and/or exhausted.

 At this point, it is safe to return to the homestead, where pizza has been delivered and the cake adorned with candles.

Wishes are made.

And the heads of household give themselves a big, fat pat on the back.

Such a fun age to see this boy establish meaningful and lasting friendships.  He was so happy and no one was in a rush for the day to end.  Which happens to me, never.

Monday, on his actual birthday, he requested an adult steak meal at Outback.  And he ate every last bite, down to the final cheese fry. It was a little bit gross impressive.  

I love you so much Ryderman.  You truly are the best boy on the planet. You are funny and witty and smarter than you should be.  You are mature and silly and adventurous and stubborn and responsible.  I love discovering more about you every day as I get to watch you grow into your little manself.  Happy Birthday #1!!!