Happy Birthday, Daddy!

Today is Daddy's birthday and Mommy almost forgot. We were down in San Antonio for Christmas and everyone had already celebrated the night before at Mommy's favorite restaurant (funny how that worked out). But the next morning we were packing up, getting ready to go back home, and everyone forgot the big day until we were walking out the door. Daddy was so nice and never said anything all morning.

When we made it home finally (no tantrums the whole trip!) we gave Daddy our presents and, with my persistence, sang "Happy Birthday" about 20 times (seriously). I think I wore him down and he was satisfied with our recognition of his 29th birthday . . . could that number be right? Anyway, sorry that we almost forgot (even though Mommy would have killed you if you did the same)! We do love you lots- you're the best!