It blows my mind that Jack is nine, which I know is the ultimate parenting cliche thing to say, but it wouldn't be a cliche if it wasn't a popular sentiment, right?
But seriously, you guys. This day feels really current to me, like Third Eye Blind, the release of the third Harry Potter book, and the movie Catch Me If You Can (speaking of me being SO FREAKING OLD, watching Veep last night was like reuniting with old friends, and that's exactly how my grandpa used to feel about MASH).
Before we could get into the birthday stuff, Jack got excited about Easter. Boys are so weird, by the way. Never in my entire life would I have been excited to get a bag of balls.
He is always relieved they aren't trick candles after this incident. #POTY
this recipe. As expected, Pioneer Woman knows her way around an Easter ham.