Son and I both had birthdays during Passover last week.
I always love cooking during Passover. The challenge of coming up with celebratory foods which do not use wheat, oats, rice, beans, etc. is often a challenge--but it forces me to think more creatively.
On the other hand, Passover pretty much changes the meaning of birthday cake....
This year, Son turned nine years old. I've been thinking about the fact that his time at home with us may already be half over. And each day I notice how much taller he is now.
Luckily, he is still young enough to enjoy handknit toys:
Son read the first Harry Potter book when he turned six years old. David and I have loved the whole series, but we felt then that our son was just too young for most of the books. We made a deal with him: he could read one new Harry Potter a year, so he would age just as Harry does in the books.
At 7 AM on his birthday, Son ran into our bedroom straight to the shelves where we keep the series. He pulled down the fourth book and started to read.
We saw him again in time for cake.