sweet foster: i love your rough and tumble, waddling self. i love when you count like so: "two, four, ten!" you love your books, dora, and hanny manny. don't tell daddy but your birthday present from us is a dora cell phone. it's pink. that's okay, i got brody a pink teapot for his second birthday. your favorite song of all is away in a manger. you love to cuddle and you also are known for doing quite the opposite. stop hitting your big brother, would ya? you still laugh like a baby lamb and it makes me melt. you are mildly obsessed with moon, and every night you say "night night moon! love you!" your birthday cake is going to be a goodnight moon cake. i'm excited to see your face when you figure out that you can eat your favorite book. you make everyone laugh at the new words you are saying. you make me smile every day. i am so thankful for you, you'll always be my baby. love, mom.
and now for a picture overload…. foster, the past two years:
happy birthday fostie bubbs!