Now that I’m learning how to write my name, my dada always tells me to keep trying and to never give up. I get frustrated easily, but when I do get to finish whatever I started, I’m super happy.
When I went to the fire station last month, a Fireman let me use the fire hose…but who knew a darn road cone would be so strong? But I kept trying and trying, and eventually I did!
Happy birthday to our little boy. I think both mommy and daddy has come to the realization that you’ve grown up way to quick. Although we’ve never taken our time granted, it just seems that the time it took for you to take your first step, until now, where you’re your own little, independent boy, simply flew by.
Can someone explain to me how I can be sitting here typing on this blog on November 6th, 2014? I mean, will our little Tiger really be turning 4 years old already tomorrow? 
And to think we almost missed the parade.
The expression on his face is worth all the trouble in the world. Although I’m certain that we won’t be able to make every event or parade, I know that he knows, that we love him and that we’ll always try to be there.
A few weeks ago, I got to spend time with my Uncle Ben (something that I still talk about today). Just think, if we ever moved to San Francisco, I could hang out with him everyday! It was a great week of fun (with visits to both Cape May and the Zoo), capped off by a trip to the Boardwalk where Dada and Uncle Ben played the grown-up video games that I wasn’t allowed to play.
As much as I tried to support my team, they needed to have much more FIGHT tonight. Tough loss, bad loss…I’m going to sleep.
