Thirteen years ago, I was given the best Mother's Day present ever.
One that will never be topped....ever.
My youngest son decided to show his face to the world,
just a little earlier than we all had planned.
A precious little bundle that rarely fussed, slept like an angel and had the most
easy going disposition for a baby, that I've ever known.
As he grew, his personality has remained constant.
He was the happiest toddler, greeting anyone and everyone
wherever you went. Kind of a mother's nightmare really...
"Hi, I'm 3 years old, what's your name?"
Not really something you want your child saying to the mechanic working on your car!
He will befriend anyone and loves people.
He is not shy...not in the least bit.
He loves to laugh, and has the quickest and wittiest sense of humor.
He loves science, random facts and roller coasters.
He eats peanut butter and mustard like they are going out of style.
He is my baby, but he is now a teenager.
We celebrated his birthday this week with a menu of his choosing:
(they are exactly what the name says and surprisingly they are quite good)
This wild and delicious cake was a huge hit...he had a little mohawk,
spaghetti whiskers, and was painted in "camo" colors.
Thanks to my talented friend and her
creativity for tackling his cake request...thanks Jill!
In true teenage boy fashion and amidst much laughter the poor hamster
promptly got a lobotomy after his candles were blown out!
Who knew hamster brains had confetti sprinkles and tasted of vanilla?
To our boy who makes us laugh.
Gives the biggest and best hugs.
We love you...
Happy Birthday Dakota!