Birthdays...

Birthdays are so difficult:

First your Aunt Kathryn makes you practice jumping:

Then you have to watch everybody else play with your toys:

Then they make you pose for a million pictures:

Then they make you open a million presents:

And when you want to play with your new pony:

Mommy makes you open a book:

And when you want to read your book Daddy makes you pose for more pictures:

Whats a girl to do?

It's a good thing I'm so stinkin' cute or this would all be a big bother.

At least I'm two now.

It's a good age to me.