Birthday!

I am seven! I had a birthday party with my friends.  We painted dinosaurs.  Daddy made a dinosaur cake.  It's a T-rex.  At least I think it's a T-rex.  He might need to practice his dinosaurs a little more.

I got some cool presents.  Lego sets, Kinects, and of course, another dinosaur fossil I had to dig out...

I don't think Evan is as excited about it as I am.  I borrowed Daddy's safety glasses and got to work!
Daddy says being 7 means I have to tie my own shoes.  I'm practicing, but...
He also says it means I have to learn to shower by myself.  Who knew that growing up was going to be so much work?
PS.  I bet Daddy couldn't tie his shoes at 7.  He can barely do it now!