|My turn on the cool air vent.|
It's Lightning's FIRST birthday!!!
Hey, THAT'S ME!!!
|Does this make me a prince?|
(Many thanks again to Ann of Zoolatry for the wonderful graphic.)
|I was so excited, I even tried to make some snow in the yard.|
Now about those presents, Mom. . . . .
|I could use some new stuffies.|
What do you mean, I have enough already?
|That toy bin used to be overflowing with stuffies.|
Who, ME???? You are the one who keeps throwing them all in the trash. All I have done is try to get that darn squeaker out of there. You should be thanking me for reducing the noise level here.
|C'mon, can't I please have a few more?|
NO? NO???? Is that what you are going to do to me on MY first birthday? I really, really, really want a new stuffie!
|Wait a minute! What's that I see?|
|A closer look - a raccoon and a bunny - for ME????|
|Huh? Look, but don't touch???|
No fair, Mom. You can't possibly put them away until I no longer desqueak and destuff.
|What are these things?|
A gigantic bone and an antler niblet - yes, they are very hard and won't be easy to demolish.
|How long do you think these will last?|
(Side note: Mom loves this pic, she says I look a lot like Dakota here.)
One more thing for me????
|Uh, I might need some help getting this thing open.|
|Maybe if I just stare at it . . .|
|Phantom says this is cowboy food for the cowboy in the house - is that supposed to be a compliment?|
No birthday party is complete without the traditional family photo.
|Hey Phantom - can you please look at Mom so we can have those treats?|
|That's much better.|
Thanks for stopping by on my birthday.
Woos, Lightning (and Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara)