My sweet baby boy, but not so much a baby anymore, is eleven years old today. We celebrated Mother's Day yesterday so he could have the day to himself. It's crazy that a little more than a decade ago, he was a swaddled little bud, peeping at the world for the first time. I baked him a pizza cookie cake, per his request, and he happily accepted his much-needed Pokemon and Mario socks (haha).
Zac made breakfast, then we headed to the Jackson Zoo. Elias was less than thrilled most of the time, probably from being hot or from zebras having stripes and not spots, or (the actual reason) being unable to push his own stroller around. So. Many. Meltdowns. Jesus. The terrible twos are approaching super early with this one.
We had lunch at Mellow Mushroom and Leah made sure to tell the waitress that it was James' birthday. He was given a huge brownie on the house, which he insisted on sharing with "the whole family", like a sweetie. He told us it was his best birthday ever.