My ability to love small children seems to be increasing. Shhh... Don't tell anyone.

I remember your first few days here. Two Christmas's ago you were all bundled up in a white and red striped bundler-thingy with a matching beanie to boot. People went crazy shit all over you. Every one's eyes were zombiefied and drool was seeping out of their mouths while playing tug of war over this brand new bundle of joy. Which, is fine, if you're into that sort of thing. Personally, I could have taken or left you. I had a margarita that was bringing me way more joy than you that night. Now you turn the big 02 on Tuesday and it's your 3rd Christmas go around. You're saying words like "Santa, Nana, love you, Papa, Casey, Brad, watch and my personal favorite, the one you beller out non-stop: euh-cah! (Erica)". Which, in all honesty never gets old and couldn't melt my heart more. You've developed the cutest 2 year old personality I know. You're such a charmer. You've single handily wrapped me around your little finger. So, to my most favorite, adorable, ladies man, Happy Birthday little buddy. See you tonight! I'll bring the keg and we'll start working on words like "assclown, bastard, pudwhack and douche nozzle" Luh you.