Two yesterday. Don't tell him. It was pretty much like any other day. Waiting for a weekend and some sun to properly celebrate. Dalton and his "band" have written a song for Garrett that they are going to perform at the shin dig. We are trying to decide what kind of party to have. Trucks, or bottles, or cats, or balls, or Barney? Because these are all his favorite things. Maybe I will do a combo of all of them. How long until I can't call him my baby anymore? Because that is going to be a sad day. He is the VIP of our fa-mil-ee. We could all eat him up we love him so.