Thatcher turned eight years old a few weeks ago. We had a fantastic celebration. He spent the morning at Marble's Museum with Dad and sisters. When they returned home we had a great family dinner at Red Robin, ending with countless presents and an awesome Mario cake. The very next day he started scouts. He had a really nice friend take him to the scout store and show him everything he would need to join troop 725. On the ride home and for hours following we didn't see or hear from Thatcher. He was too busy going through his wolf book to learn all he could about this "great new program".



















































