


Enough said.

I was so excited to go to the park with Mommy and Daddy and Meghan! I had to do everything! First, I went on the see-saw with Daddy.
Then I had to climb up high!
I did it all by myself! Do you see how high I climbed? Note Daddy's nonchalant stance and the fact that Mommy is busy photographing. Did I mention how high up I climbed?
Ernie up high! (For those planning to alert DCFS after seeing this alarming series of photos, please note the size of child in relation to the playground equipment and, using gravity as a constant, extrapolate the maximum velocity said child would reach if, given the characteristic lack of fear in the average 2 year old, he should decide to take a header off said playground equipment. On second thought, let's not.)
Happy birthday my dear, sweet, Ernie. Two years have gone by so fast, and my little angel baby is now such a big boy.
I hope you enjoyed your day of choo-choos, cake and presents. Your nap-free day of juice and pops and M's. Your 24 hour, no holds-barred, sugar-fueled rave. A 2 year-old's fantasy camp.
You are pure sunshine and joy and all that is right in the world. You are a treasure to all who know you and love you. And you have quite a fan club.
You also have a mommy who is completely unbiased in her opinion that you are the smartest, most adorable, most charming, sweetest, and most completely loveable little boy in the whole world.
So happy birthday my dear, sweet Ernie. I hope you enjoyed all the cake, and presents, and fun. And thank you for giving me the greatest gift in the world by making me your Mommy.
