Our boy turned two years old yesterday. They’ve been two of the best years we’ve had in, well… years. Wally can turn a day around just by looking at you. He can make a sad day happy, he can trivialize your worries. He’s a sweet reminder of how little one really needs for a good time, a good life.
Remember this little guy?
He was brand new and dear to us then, and two years later he’s the center of our daily lives. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t have grandchildren.
Well, of course, we celebrated. The birthday boy had a pool party in the back yard, and then it was time to open his present.
His favorite toys are squeakies, and the best squeakies are the kind he can get his mouth around easily. If he really likes it, he’ll sing (aka howl). He puts his heart and soul into the singing. He’s very good at it, but he only sings when he squeaks.
After a good run and a swim in the bay, he got to lick the potato chip bag and snooze away the afternoon on the couch.
Happy birthday, Wally! Here’s to many more good years! Thank you so much for stopping by!