Red Chief turned eight. I can't believe my little boy is eight.
He requested marble chiffon cake: rather a specific request for an eight-year-old, but I'd far rather make a marble chiffon cake than a cake shaped like a hippo or something.
Turning eight has meant a lot of changes for Red Chief. He's a cub scout now (and he's read the whole book and practically has it memorized). He started piano lessons this summer. He will be baptized into our church soon.