Spending my birthday at the shore.

We moved all my stuff into one corner. It’s my little space. Of course I consider the whole house my space. Well, except for the basement. It’s spooky, dad can have that.

Look at me. I know it’s my birthday and how old I am. I’m two! Your browser does not support the video tag I got a table & chairs!

I turn two tomorrow so this is my last bath as a one year old. I’m sure I’ll get more baths but mom and dad seem sad about this one. They’re silly but I like them.

Just woke up but I’m still sleepy. Maybe I should go to bed earlier like mom suggests?

I piled all my stuffed toys in my tent. Now I’m sitting in it pulling on the flap tie downs saying “crush”. I am simply the cutest child ever.

I didn’t want to sit at the table. So dad served me breakfast in the family room. He’s a softy, I’ve got him right where I want him.

Mom had to go out. So when I woke up from nap dad was here. Hooray.

I’m sitting with mom on the couch eating strawberries that dad cut up. He’s a good dad.

I like seeing Grammy. But why does she have to live so far away. Sucky drive, but at least I have the iPad.