A few days after we flew back from Washington was my 23rd birthday. It happened to be on a Friday night so my parents took Cooper and Fritz and I were able to have a birthday date night. We went to Applebees and then watched Inglorious Bastards. It's weird to think that I'm 23 and married with an 18 month old son, but I'm very happy with my life and everything that's going on!
My mom really wanted to make a cake for me with Cooper's help but since Fritz and I went on a date night for my birthday I had to go to Layton while Fritz was at work a few days later.
Wash your hands!
He loves to help out!
His bib-apron. He could be a chef!
Except the cake was a blunder.
Not sure what happened here but it was a fiasco. I appreciate the thought though.
Fritz kept asking me what I wanted for my birthday and the only thing I could think of that I really WANTED was a tattoo of Cooper's feet. His feet are my absolute favorite and I think they are the cutest ever. I didn't want his footprints, I wanted his feet crossed with his "thinking-toes". Cooper has done this for as long as I can remember. He always sits down and crosses his feet and points his big toes up. If he is concentrating on doing something the toes are pointed even more prominently. I took two pictures into Micah's and this is the result.
Back when I was pregnant I also found this Celtic symbol for motherhood that I really wanted to get eventually. I figured if I was going to get Coopers feet I could get this one at the same time. So my sister got me this for my birthday.
Another year has come and gone!
The tattoo artist you went to is seriously phenominal! They look so good!
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