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Riley’s August 31st birthday in 2006:

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That extremely suspicious baby has grown into such a rambunctious, happy, funny, tender-hearted boy. God, it’s amazing to think eight years have gone by. It just gets better and better.

There’s this section of our backyard where the previous owners once had a large vegetable garden. JB would like to build a shop there someday, but for now it’s pretty much just a barren stretch of dirt and unwatered grass. For the last few days, Riley’s been talking about digging a “well” out there, and I’ve waved my hand in the universal Mom-language of Sure, okay, dig whatever you want, just don’t pester me right now. I’ve seen him working away with a narrow shovel, and I figured there would eventually be a small hole or two to deal with at some point. How much digging can an almost-eight-year-old really do, after all?

As it turns out:

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