Here I am helping Grandpa eat his birthday cake. Always like to be helpful.

As you can tell here, I am NOT getting my way. I am not happy.

Now I am beyond being irritated. I am NOT getting my way, so I will resort to tears.

There. I knew they would come around to my way of thinking. I win!

I was two when my Mommy and Nana took me to ride on the carousel when we were in Paris.

Here I am with my Papa (Grandfather) when we were in France. You can see that they kept me on a "leash".

Here I am with my Grandpa. Boy, those are big steps.

A Doctor? Why not? Now, to find someone to practice on.

I fell on my rear. But Grandpa is dusting me off. Darn.

I like it when my Daddy is supposed to be keeping an eye on me. I have him wrapped around my little finger. Just watch.

See what I mean? I just love my Daddy. Candy, cake, whatever.