Ole ole ole ole !
Ryan and his friends danced to "Hot Hot Hot" while playing musical chairs last week when we celebrated his 11th birthday.
We're finally feeling hot-hot-hot here. Flowers are blooming. The grass is greener. So are the tree-lined streets of the city.
I can hardly believe that Ryan is already 11. It doesn't seem that too long ago when I was getting ready to give birth to him.
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