...And Many More

Happy birthday to you....happy birthday to you.....happy birthday dear Grandpa.....happy birthday to you! How old are you....how old are you....OK, we won't talk about that. At least until next year. (wink) Today is my G-pa E's birthday! He's such a great grandpa! He's the one that is responsible for my sweet tooth (that is sure to come through anytime now.) There aren't many kids out there who are allowed chocolate swivel sticks, whipped cream, and just plain good old sugar before you're 4 months old! I'm the luckiest kid in the world. G-pa - I hope you have a great day and remember, its your birthday, so you can do whatever you want. Mom said. You can even have cake for breakfast! I can't wait to see you next week. I love you!

As for me - my parents think maybe I was switched at birth, and that I really belong to an African family from deep in the rain forest. The last few days I've been communicating with a series of clicks and grunts. I keep telling them - look at me! I'm a little Norwegian - I'm not Tarzan! They don't seem to understand what I'm saying though. But, once they learn the ways of the indiginous Norwegian Pygmy people, the foremost developers of the "click" language, I think things will run much more smoothly around here.

Get the lead out,
HAJ

PS - Not that you're any less important than my G-pa - Auntie Martina - but he's blood. I hope you have a great birthday too and I love you! See you tonight!