Da's the Word...

Thursday was John's birthday. And Isabel badly wanted to get him something. But because she's a baby, she does not have any money (that SHE knows of anyway). So she had to scrounge around the house for something.

Good thing Daddy keeps a well-stocked supply of candy.

And Mommy just reorganized the craft closet so that paper and markers are easily found

Barely 9 months old, and she can already spell. And that's the handwriting of a genius. Or maybe a doctor's.

Barely legible.

Happy Birthday, Dad-deeee. I wuf you very much.

And there's no cake because:

a) Babies are not allowed to turn on the oven.

b) Daddy stupidly crazily idiotically decided to have a root canal. On his birthday.