To the only male I willingly give up my evenings for:

I adore you, kid. I hope you grow up knowing how truly wonderful you are; occasional projectile vomiting notwithstanding. Oh and sorry about that little stroller vs. bump in the sidewalk mishap.
Have a very, very Happy 1st Birthday.
Love,
Heather
P.S. Parents, if you’re ever looking for an excellent recliner for your toddler, invest in a Heather. Comes with a soft, plush middle for laying one’s sweet head on. Perfect for those evenings full of Blues Clues and Catch that Train. Get yours today.
P.P.S. Read Amy’s (if you already haven’t of course). And try to keep the weeping to a minimum.






8 Comments
I love that second photo! How sweet!
Baby feet! Or do I say ‘Toddler feet!’ now?
Sounds like a perfect date!
Very, very cute!
That is possibly the cutest photo I’ve seen, classic feet shot. Love it.
And isn’t it disgusting how soppy we get over Amalah and her perfect family? Le sigh.
AWWWW!!!!!!!!
Now’s THAT is cute
Love the feet photo. Too cute!
Love the feet photo. Too cute!
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