When we went a-patchin'

Emmett represented the boys on this year's patch trip. The other boys are going to cry and cry when they see these pictures and for that we are truly sorry.

UNO!

This is my boy. He's a good boy.

He goes to bed at 7 and wakes up at 8. He naps like a champion who is good at napping. He eats with gusto and stands up in the tub and throws his arm around you when you hold him. I like watching him eat strawberries, like he may never get another opportunity this important ever again. I really like how he crawls into his room and pulls his blankie through the crib slats, then shoves it in his mouth and rests his head on the floor. It makes him so happy, and he makes me so happy.

Let the boy play in the closet!

Let the boy unload the cupboards!

Let the boy eat in the living room! 

Let the boy play with your wand!

Aw, let the boy come in your room!

Let the boy drink up all your water!

Let the boy eat his blankie.

It smells really bad.

Let the boy rearrange your dry goods!

Let the boy ride in your bike!

Let the boy climb on your records and eat some dirt!

Let the boy cook you dinner.

Let the boy eat the popcorn!

All of it!

We call it Stinky.

Let the boy try on your shoes!

Let the boy play your games!

Let the boy stay up a little past nap time!

Let the boy yell at his fairies about it!

He wants to yell some more!

Let the boy chew up all your gum!

Blow the boy some birthday bubbles!

More bubbles!

Give the boy some birthday cake! 

Give the boy some party guests!

I think the boy deserves all of these things, and many happy returns of a very happy day.