My sweet, loving Leelo is turning eight tomorrow. He has a snorfly nose right now, so I hope he feels better and has a longer-fused temper in the morning, as we have made arrangements for him and his friends to jump their brains out at a local bouncy house emporium (all we have to bring is cake and a lighter). That cake will actually be red velvet cupcakes with mascarpone icing, and if the kids think that they're gross, then all the more for us grownups. After the party and a break, we will take him out for naan bread for dinner. And I will give him the Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom DVD that I hunted down for him after those YouTube people with their "copyright violation" baggage took the video off the internet. And hopefully there will be more snuggling like there was today.
For those of you who haven't known Leelo since he hatched, here's a survey of our delightful boy on each of his birthdays for the past eight years:
One (and so obviously showing early signs of autism *cha*)
Happy Birthday, Mr. Excitement!