I got to stay up way past my bedtime last night. Which was great. Except, mom and dad took us to a loud place with a large crowd of people.
A band played for awhile, which was okay.
But then the loudest thing I have ever heard started. And there were bright flashes in the sky. People clapped and said ooh. I covered my ears and waited for it all to be done.
Well. At least I got to stay up late.
Happy day of loud bright things.
Today was my first birthday.
It was a good day.
The day started with Grammie and Grandpa singing to me on dad’s phone.
And ended with a big dinner, cake and toys wrapped in paper.
I loved the balloons, the salmon dinner, the ducky cake with sparkly candles for my sister to blow out, the crinkly paper and empty boxes, and the toys that came in them.
Now, if you need me, I will be pushing my new ride around waiting for my next birthday.
Happy birthday to me.
Dadly things are those manly things a son does with his dad.
Or, at least you have your mom dress you in overalls, interrupt dad while he changes tires and force a photo op. Still looks pretty dadly, though.
Grammie and Grandpa came to visit. They are pretty fun, and they totally adore me.
I think I totally adore them too. Especially Grammie.
I’ve mastered a few new skills.
Mom is so proud of me, but she says there is one skill she would really really like for me to master….
Vacation is….
Flying on a plane.
….then doing something called “relaxing,” which doesn’t seem all that different from my normal life.
Except that occasionally you wear a funny costume…
…and float around in a giant bathtub.
Hmm. Okay. Don’t totally get it.
Mom and dad sure do love the whole vacation thing.
As long as they are happy.
I had my first bath not so long ago.
I accidentally did this to mom.
So they teamed up against me and did this.
So I gave them this stink face.
But then I let my guard down and let this face slip. Too cute.
I then redeemed myself by letting them realize the true nature of my freshly washed old bald man hair. I win.
But I am actually a little sorry for the projectile vomit. Maybe I did sorta deserve that bath.