Happy belated birthday to me. I turned 2 on June 9th, and Mom and Dad celebrated their anniversary by hogging all of my ice cream cake.
Now that I'm not a little kid anymore, I've really started to branch out.
More climbing, less falling.
More milk in my mouth, less on the floor.
More delicate control over mommy and daddy, less random demands... they're like putty in my hands. With any luck, I'll have a pony by week's end...
...I've also developed a new-found fondness for ellipses points... they're like little written polka-dots.
