Jane and her Dad

I went through nine months of pregnancy and delivered her. I'm the one who gets up every night with her . . . still. I take care of her all day everyday. And what do I expect in return? Not this:



But her Dad loves it and she loves him, dearly. I, however, would like to make a small point. A time will arise in which she will want to know how to say Mom. Take, for instance when she is asked, "Jane, do you want Mom or Dad to take you bra shopping?" I'm pretty sure she'll want to answer, "Mom." (I'm also pretty sure Sean hopes that is her answer).

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Today is my Dad's 51st birthday, so I thought I'd post a little message from Sean and I and the kids.

Dad- I love you! Have a wonderful birthday. We wanted to get you something special from here, but we figured that possum wouldn't travel too well. So there is a gift certificate waiting for you at Juliano's so you can enjoy lunch with Mom. I hope you have a great day, seminary convention aside. :)

Here is a little message from the girls.

Love,
Katy, Sean, Anna, and Elizabeth.