This is Ryder. He's 9 now. NINE. (Well, really he's some sort of middle-aged-man-kid hybrid. He plays chess and reads big fat books. I don't even know how to play chess. )
This is how we celebrated Ryder's birthday. It was good times.
And now we have a giant slingshot in our backyard.
Ryder's birthday also happened to be the first day of school. Lucky kid.
|This was one nervous kid. But he survived, and I think he might have even enjoyed it.|