Eight is Great

My Garret is now eight. The age of accountability. The age he gets to start making decisions that will affect the rest of his life. Too heavy..... He is such a fun little boy. He is full of sometimes too much energy especially when he is jumping onto your back. He is great a t tumbling and if I felt like I had more time I think I would put him into a tumbling class. He wears his heart on his sleeve. All you have to do is look at his face and you know exactly how he is feeling. He starts cub scouts and I get to be his leader. He has been coming with me to scouts since Sept. when I got put in. He also gets baptized in January. He even gets a birthday party with friends. I keep trying to celebrate the kids' birthday on the weekend, because it is so hard during the week, but I have a hard time with it. Grandpa and Grandma Ginnie had dinner with us on his birthday and then he had friends at the church playing games on Friday, and then had Grandma and Grandpa Peterson over on Sunday for dinner. He celebrated all week long.
For his friend's party we borrowed the church gym and played relay games for a couple of hours. No one wanted cake or ice cream because they were too busy playing games. I was worried about keeping the boys busy but they had a fun time.
Heavenly Father thought to send Garret to our home. He knew I needed a fun little boy to keep us on our toes and we figured out how to raise a boy. I have been preaching alot about self- control to Garret lately and I am sure I will continue. I am telling him that to be a good missionary he has to master his emotions and control, because I know he will success as a missionary.