Sunday, March 3, 2013

Four

Around this time of day four years ago:

Well, hello there, little bladder kicker!

Two days later:

Papa's fingers to chew on!

Today:




It's been six hours and seventeen minutes now since Koopa has officially turned four, but I still can't get used to it.

Unsurprisingly, when asked what he wanted for his birthday, he confidently announced that he wanted a raccoon in a garbage can. I am delighted to see that Koopa always knows EXACTLY what he wants from life.

He meant this Folkmanis puppet.

Happy Birthday, Koopa. You're the best thing that ever happened to us. I so hope that next year your birthday will be the only reason for drinking in this family.

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