Happy Birthday Stan!

 

I made a cake today (from scratch, which is rare) and Puddin' asked "oh, why?" She's a unique toddler but we still can't escaped that question. I told her it was for her dad's birthday. "oh, why?" Today is his birthday. "oh, why?" Today is the day we celebrate that he was born. And from that point on, Puddin' and all her toys did everything as a celebration that Daddy was born. They ate (pretend) yogurt to celebrate that Daddy was born. They rolled on the floor to celebrate that Daddy was born. They served cookies to celebrate that Daddy was born. They climbed the stool to celebrate that her Daddy was born. The girl was beyond herself with glee that her Daddy was born. So am I.

[The picture is from a date we recently had down South, as part of the Great Roadtrip of '10.]