Nine!

So...it's been brought to my attention that I've been neglecting to show off the recent portraits of my son.  He just celebrated his birthday, and, apparently, he hasn't received fair treatment here, or so his grandmother has been so kind as to point out.  I'm sure we all know that squawking from Grandma is the surest and fastest way to make something happen.  So here his is, in all his nine-year-old glory:

Oh, and we ate cinnamon roll cake for breakfast.

Then visited the Museum of Flight with the cousins...

That should just about cover the squawking.....