So apparently having a birthday means you get to party. And that is just pretty darn cool. My day started out pretty typical.
I read some books:
And wandered around:
But when I woke up from my afternoon nap, there was all sorts of fun stuff up:
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I had fun investigating all the festivities around the house. |
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Mommy wanted my picture under that sign thing...but I thought running away sounded more fun. |
Then people started to come over!
Then they told me it was time for presents.
But I thought Mommy & Daddy did a fine job of opening presents and I just played with stuff.
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Chomp chomp chomp! |
However, then someone told me there was cake.
It was kind of like when we have spaghetti because I got to take off my clothes and just be in my diaper. But then we went outside, and there were a bunch of people watching me.
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They sang me a song! |
And then I finally got cake.
Best. thing. ever.
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mmmmmmm |
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You must all be jealous of me and my cake. |
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This is amazing. |
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Whatever dudes, you can watch me all you want, I'm not sharing. |
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One year ago |
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One year old froggy |
Happy birthday indeed.
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