I love age eight

I found 65 cents in my jacket pocket tonight. I thought "which one of my kids has been nice?" Jake walked by.

Me: Here Jake I have something for you.

I hand him the 65 cents.

Jake: WOW!!! Is this my allowance!!

Mom: Yeah, and it's all the allowance you will get until 6th grade (he is in 2nd grade).

Jake: Wow! Thanks, mom!!

I totally love how easy to please eight year-olds are. It's such a nice calm, non-emotional age.

I also love how Jake in particular is super easy to please. Here he is playing soccer recently with his bright green shirt on. Go Comets!

I loved his Mothers Day cards for me. One of them had questions he answered about me. This is what it said.

MY MOM IS SPECIAL
My mom is special because: She is so nise to me.

I like it when my Mom: read's to me. (This one brought tears to my eyes, because it is such a chore to read to him at night--I just want to relax after I get Estee in bed because--well, she's two. We often are rushing to bed after a night of activities, but we try to find time for reading. These three little words make it worth it!)

My mom can do many things! I think she's best at: Cooking yumey things and doing cool trikks on the trampolen. (What can I say I have some trampoline skills :)

My mom has a pretty smile! I like to make her smile by: Doing somthing nise to her. (he "does something nice to me" everyday! What a great kid)

My mom is as pretty as a: Flower and a prinsess.

My mom is smart! She even knows: what I like the best.

I wish this age lasted longer! It's so much fun, and Jake is so much fun!