As you have for several years now, you started the countdown to your birthday about a month ago. You’ve kept track every single day and reminded us all frequently exactly how many days were left until you turned eight. It’s now a running joke for Daddy to say something like “Ten days left until your birthday Quinn!” and you, with a sigh and a roll of your eyes, instantly correct him without looking at a calendar or counting (“Three, Dad.”).
The funniest thing though, is that you apparently haven’t just been monitoring the number of days, but also trying to keep track of any packages arriving in the mail. You told Daddy the other day that you were actually getting a little concerned that maybe we weren’t really aware of exactly how close your birthday actually WAS because you had not noticed any deliveries in your name. Daddy assured you we were on top of it, and you had a sudden epiphany – maybe the packages being delivered to DAD AND ME were actually FOR YOU. You crack me up, kid.
Seven was a great year for you – you proved yourself to be one of the big kids as you moved up to the Upper Prep school and joined your brothers there. You have absolutely loved the added benefits of being in the big kid end of the school: playing in sports matches against other schools, participating in all the cool after school clubs, having the real-deal sports kit and track suit to wear, and switching classes and teachers for every lesson. You’ve done a phenomenal job of it. (All except for the keeping track of your uniform items part. We’ve definitely got some work to do in that area.)
We went on some really cool trips this past year and you, as always, greeted every new experience with glee and open-hearted enthusiasm. I think Menorca may have been a favorite, between the pool in the back yard, the beaches a five minute walk away, the kayaking and sailing trips, and the snorkeling with a little tiny octopus. You were a rock star snorkeler and it just solidified the fact that our family trips no longer revolve around what the littlest can do. Cause the littlest can do everything!
Except stay up for a dinner on a Spanish timeline – meals that begin at 9PM aren’t your forte.
You also discovered some new favorite foods and have carried on the family tradition of outgrowing the children’s menu by about age seven. Weiner schnitzel, paella, and prawns were proven to be two new favorites, and you ate your weight in both while in Germany, Austria, and then Spain.
Through every year and phase of parenting, I have found things I love and things I don’t love, and that hasn’t changed in the last year. I have to say, though, that I really think we’re in the parenting sweet spot with the ages of you and your siblings, and the fact that we can do just about anything with you guys has been such a fun realization. I think eight might be one of my very favorite ages to parent; you’re little enough that I can still hold your hand and snuggle you without you feeling any embarassment, but you’re big enough that we can go skiing and snorkeling all together as a family without having to make any concessions for little ones. I’m so excited about the year ahead of you!
Another thing I love about eight year olds is that they have the best, most crooked smiles with mouths full of half giant teeth and half little ones. You have a fantastic little fang coming in well before the baby tooth it should replace seems ready to come out. I have a feeling we’re looking at a few sets of braces when we move back to the U.S.
We are looking ahead to another year of massive change, though to be honest, that seems like our family M.O. sometimes. We’ll move back to America this summer, and you’ll be living in another new place where you’ve never lived before (you have frequently visited this one, at least). But you never, ever doubt that it will be awesome. You already know what it’s like to move somewhere new and make new friends and learn how things are done in a new place, so you’re confident that you’ll be as successful in this new endeavor as you were in the last. I am too. You make friends so easily and joyfully and I love your open-hearted attitude. And as a bonus, this time you’ll have your cousins nearby to play with on a regular basis, so you’ve already got some built-in friends anyway!
You and your brothers have over the last few years become this hysterical little gang – no longer are you the little one who has to be included or helped out, you are a full-fledged member of the team. You hold your own across the board and the three of you spend approximately one billion hours a week playing soccer, cricket, hockey, wiffle ball, skateboarding, practicing archery, and playing PlayStation. Even though you fight (a lot), you are so lucky to have each other around every day to play with. I love watching you guys.
I also love watching you play with your sister. You may be the only person in our family who she never truly gets annoyed with, because you’re pretty hard to get mad at. Except when you stink up the room. She doesn’t love that. (None of us do, but you think it’s the funniest thing EVER.) But she does love you, and you love her, and that makes me happy.
I can’t wait to see what this next year brings, but I know that no matter what, you’ll go through it all with a positive outlook, a happy, goofy smile, and a million hugs for anyone willing to accept them. You are the most genuinely sweet and happy person I know and I love that age hasn’t changed you. You make the world a kinder place and I am so grateful that I get to live a life with you in it. Happy birthday, baby. Happy 8th!