He turns 8 today, that handsome guy, and he’s celebrating with belly rubs, a long brushing session, lots of naps, and some extra Fancy Feast.
P.S. Jackson, who is really into calling things by their names — or at least a name, even if it’s one he’s made up — now calls Miles “No-Mass.” (I don’t get it either). When I told him this morning that today is Miles’ birthday, Jackson lit up and yelled “NO-MASSSSSSS!!!!!” and then ran at top-toddler speed over to Miles, plopped on top of him and gave him a full-body hug. Simone is already dreading her birthday in July.