Kelton turned 11 years old on Sunday.
That is pure craziness.
I honestly have no idea how the years went by that quickly. I can clearly remember laying on the living room floor with him when he was five months old as we listened to the school bus stop and pick up the very noisy group of elementary school kids from the day care next door. I remember looking at my baby and singing him some crazy made up song but part of the words were telling him that one day he would grow up and go to school but that it was years and years and years away. It felt like it would be FOREVER before it would be time to send him to kindergarten.
And now....now in a few months time I will be sending him to middle school. I'm not ready. He is ready. But I am so not ready.
This year, for the first time ever, Kelton had a friends birthday party. All friends, all crazy, all noisy three hour party. They had a blast and I am really glad Stephanie talked me into doing it. There were seven other kids plus our three running around.
They played video games, made dance videos, popped a zillion balloons, watched a movie, snacked on chips, ate pizza, had cake and ice cream, and made root beer floats. It was a crazy wild time and I, for one, was exhausted at the end. But the look on my baby boy"s face said it all - it was worth my every whacked out anxiety ridden moment of planning, getting ready for, and hosting. He was walking on a cloud for hours and honestly, I think he still is.