Happy Birthday, Daddy!

A little message from your son.

What is this about wearing bunny slippers together? I guess this must be something you two do while I'm not around...Would you call that "male bonding"???

Have a happy day! We love you!

Some Things I Love About Dada

I made the mistake of waiting till after daycare to try and get a birthday pic for Dada, so the only way to get one where he wasn't crying was to put Dora on the TV. Bad Mom.


And he wasn't too interested in singing Happy Birthday, either. But at least you can watch him eat some cheese. So polite- he keeps his mouth closed when he chews. Oh, wait...




Things I love about Dada:

I love riding on your shoulders and giggling my little head off.

I love being a cowboy with you.

I love that you build me forts.

I love when you make horse noises and trot me around the house.

I love that you feed me breakfast every weekday morning while we say bye-bye and blow kisses to Mama out the window.

I love that you have me go get my shoes and coat to put on before daycare.

I love that you play Bob Marley for me in the car.

I love that you are always happy to see me and give me kisses when you get home from work.

I love that you get up with me on Sunday mornings.

I love that you give me cookies (sometimes), but I'd love you even more if you gave them to me every day.

I love that you chase me up the stairs and make buzzing noises when it is time to go take a bath.

I love that you walk me around my room each night to say goodnight to everything we can find.

I love that you tell me 'ni-ni' and 'I'll see you in the morning' before I go to bed.

I love YOU, Dada!

Happy Birthday!

What Is A Birthday Week Without A Little Poo?

Who has chubby cheeks and loves his daddy? THIS Guy!

Today is Clint's 32nd birthday, so Preston wanted me to post a little story today. As most of you know, we celebrate birthday WEEKS here in the Hooker household. So this has been Clint's special week where I wait on him hand and foot and let HIM boss ME around. (You know that's a change!) Preston didn't want to sit this one out, so he has been doing his part to help out in making Clint's week a special one. He started his contributions last Friday with some projectile vomit before bed. I swear it hit everything within a 4 foot radius, including me. (Actually, MOST of it hit me!) So Clint got to help clean it up. Saturday morning Preston decided that he should do that again, so Clint was fortunate enough to get up early and help clean us both up again. Later that day Preston decided that he was bored with spewing, so he decided to move on to pooping. Not pooping IN his diaper, but pooping out the sides, up the back, etc. He has continued this poopfest for the past few days. I think HE thinks we enjoy scrubbing poo out of his clothes, sheets, and hair. The best one was a few mornings ago-- Clint went to get him out of bed and he had managed to get one arm stuck inside his pjs, unbuttoned one pant leg and got his leg out, AND had poo up his back, on his smooshed arm, and on his flailing leg.

Clint LOVES all of the attention he is getting, but I think I'm ready for his birthday week to be over.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!