So fun to celebrate this kid a week ago! His request for the big SEVEN was a family dinner (with Jennifer, of course) at Cici's Pizza, then was hoping with all his might for Nerf Guns and a war at home. The big day did not disappoint.
Ollie and his loot.
Jennifer teased him for weeks, saying he was getting socks and underwear. His retorts were usually a variation of, "well JEN! You got that WRONG!"
After we opened the presents, the battle ensued.
Even though it was Ollie's big day, the medal of honor has to go to Noey. He cracked us all up by totally getting in on the action. He would run behind chairs/couches/anything he could for cover, and had the best squatting gunman positions, all with a tiny little voice yelling "pew, pew!" He was also a great ally to all, because if you got trapped you could yell for him to bring you a bullet and in moments he would be charging your way. He was definitely on the move though, so despite our best efforts no great pictures.
Happy Birthday, Ollie! We are so proud of the kid you are growing up to be!
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