So Dadda’s birthday began with a serenade from the little guy: twinkle twinkle little star (his ultimate fav) which was quickly followed by Happy Birthday. (The boy loves to sing and surprisingly somewhat in tune)

We spent the night dining at a new restaurant in town with the grandparents. Food was amazing. The little guy’s dinner demeanor , not so much. Mama: hey, get up from under the table, and where are your shoes! What would dinner be without some unwanted attention by the little guy. Little guy to the lady at the next table: say there sweetheart, are you going to eat those potatoes.

All in all, a great birthday. Thanks to the grandparents for sharing the night with us