Seven years of him. This adorable little face (that stares you down until you give in).
There would be NO big production today.
Daddy walked through the door, and that was it…birthday excitement officially started.
Coopy couldn’t contain himself. (but neither could Daddy).
I’ll be honest… I didn’t have it in me to bake anything.
So we improvised.
Ice cream. Whipped cream. Plus who wouldn’t trade a cake for ice cream…Yes, I’m his mom, and anything cream is my love language.
For a brief, glorious moment, he experienced what can only be described as pure joy…
like he had unlocked a level of life previously unknown.
And honestly…
after that?
There’s just no going back to lentil and liver dog food.
Would you?
Coopy is…a lot. In the best way. He’s our little mood lifter, our source of laughter and joy. BUT he’s also a bit annoying at times. He thinks EVERYTHING is a lollypop.
Honestly, if a robber broke in, we wouldn’t worry.
He wouldn’t attack.
He’d just…lick them to death.
So yes. That’s our security system.
He deserved a gift…the BEST TOY EVER gift right?
I made one critical mistake. Yes, this small little innocent pineapple would be the source of all of our pain for the evening.
Like, why does it do that?
It was cute for about 10 seconds.
Then it became…a situation.
At one point, he dropped it right between my legs and just stood there…waiting.
Like, “You know what to do.”
I ignored him.
He carried it to his little house before bed…
and left it there.
So it would be waiting for him when he woke up.
Seven years of this little life…this HUGE piece of comfort, laughter, chaos, and love.
He doesn’t ask for anything fancy.
Just presence.
And a few ear rubs.
And we love you more than you could ever understand.
Happy 7th Birthday SWEET COOPYHEAD!