We had cake for breakfast.
You saw Daddy before he left for work, because you were up early enough.
You slept very poorly the night before.
You had three owies. A bruise on your forehead from falling in your new little house. A bruise on you jaw from being knocked over by Gatsby into a ball popper, and a mark from biting your tongue courtesy of the same incident.
You pooped twice.
You took a long morning nap while I read Charlie St. Cloud. And, you took a short afternoon nap while I finished the book.
You made messes. No more than usual though.
Our offer on a house was accepted.
You brushed your teeth.
We had spaghetti for supper, because it is your favorite.
You had a bath.
You peed in the tub (twice), and on the floor a little later.
It was cold, cloudy, and rainy. Snow was forecasted for nearby towns.
You went to bed at 7:45.
Happy Birthday, silly guy.