Matthew doesn't talk just yet, but if he did, I'm sure he would have said that he wanted to eat his birthday dinner at In-n-Out.
Proof.
(This is my favorite Matthew face and this is the first time I've been able to get a picture of it. )
One of the In-n-Out employees, sweeping up around our tables, noticed Isabella's artwork. "Wow!" he said, "are you going to be an artist?" To which she replied, "I AM an artist!"
Proof.
Crying Trees.
Of course, a birthday would not be complete (in our family, anyway) without a night time trip to the ER. Isabella accidentally closed Matthew's pinky finger in the bathroom door. She had no idea he was following so close behind and shut the door--completely. We didn't know if his finger was broken or not, so we headed out to Walnut Creek for an x-ray.
Luckily all that was required was some neosporin and a band aid. Love this boy!
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