Luke's 2nd birthday party

A truck from Uncle John.

Moooo!!

Mom and Dad.  They think I'm neat.

 A little family photo before we dig into this cow cake....

I can't carry all of my cars!

The ladies singing "Happy Birthday".  They either love me or they love my cake.

Too much birthday.  Let's go home.

But first let me get my sister!

Friday we celebrated a big thing around here.  I turned two years old.  I am pretty sure that makes me not a baby anymore.  I can do all kinds of big boy things.  My vocabulary is growing: I say Mommy, Daddy, "Tet" (Kate), "Boy" (that's me), dog, truck, car, go, Ba-boo (Popo), Gleh Gleh (Gigi), Gah Gahn (Uncle John), and of course "Moooooo."  Right now I am adding words everyday.  Some of them my people understand and some they don't.  I do have a way of getting my point across, though.  I still love cows and cars and trucks.  And I loooooooove my sister.  I especially like to chase her around and get her.  Sometimes she thinks that is a fun game and other times she gets pretty mad at me.  I am a lover and a fighter: I love to make sure everyone gets kisses at bedtime, but I have also been known to get a little too physical when I want someone to play with me.  To celebrate the big day on Friday, we have a party at Austin's Pizza.  About 12 of my friends came and we bounced around in the bounce house and ate pizza until I announced that I was ready to go around 6:30.  Thank you everyone for joining me in the amazing first two years on this planet!!