Birthdays . . .

We've spent these last two weekends celebrating birthday's for my "book end boys."  Our youngest turned 7 and our oldest turned 12.  

"A new Bey Blade!"

"Thank you brother for helping Mama pick out the right one."

A 12 year old can light his own candles.

And roll on motorized wheels. 

I figure if I start with two wheels now, four won't be so scary in 4 years.