So, mom put birthday shirts on us (a present from our great nanny, sanja) tonight and sang “Happy Birthday.” But I’m so confused. I keep hearing that we are “21 months adjusted age…” and I thought being two years old meant you are 24 months old. Mom tried to explain to me that come July (when I’m really supposed to be 2 years old), we no longer have to go with this “adjusted age” talk. I’ll be a plain old two year old boy. That’ll be the day!

So, I don’t know if this is my fake birthday, or if July 12 is my fake birthday… but regardless, she put birthday shirts on us, gave us a cupcake with fire on it and sang like a nut.

And I loved every minute of it. Even if she’s faking it.

Terrific Twos, here I come!

Cooper

P.S. In the interest of updating my fans, I had to get another steroid shot last night b/c I’ve decided to come down with another nasty bug… and the hospital clinic thought it important to be aggressive with my treatment so I don’t end up being admitted again. So, I’m being strong… all will be well… but what would a milestone be without a little drama?!