Happy Birthday Daddy!
Today is my daddy's birthday--he is really getting up there (it is his 30-somethingth birthday). I gave him a special birthday hug, but I wasn't about to sign his card. I wouldn't even make a mark on it with a crayon. I mean really; he knows who the card is from--it's not like he has other sons to confuse me with!
Today we drew this picture together...well, OK that was all my daddy. Isn't he a fantastic artist? He draws a pretty good Elmo and Cookie monster, and if you look really closely there is a rendition of my doggy and kitty puzzle pieces in there as well. There is even a picture of me sitting on my green potty (mommy and daddy think visualizing the goal will help me get there sooner--I still have to get over my extreme dislike of feeling that plastic seat on my bum!)
And there was special birthday snow for him--how neat is that? I like to look out the window at the snow falling. I like to lick the window too--it's cold on my tongue! You can see all my little "snail trails" on the glass.
Here is my little Evan tree in the snow. You can see how the snow is really coming down out there. The tree has buds out already--I hope it doesn't get too cold for the tree.
And I saved the best for last. Before bed, mommy and I were playing. She likes to help me practice walking with the "tough love" method. What this means is she holds my hand when I'm standing, and lets me find my balance point. Then she lets go. Usually, I immediately drop to my knees or I take a step forwards and fall (she is right there and catches me). But tonight I did something really amazing--I took four (yes, mommy counted 1-2-3-4!) tottering little steps before I fell. Mommy and daddy were so proud of me. After that, the best I would do was 2 steps one other time. What can I say--that walking wears a fella out!