And he has been a rascal. Honestly, the first two years of his life he must have thought his name was "No!" for that was what I was constantly saying to him! We have survived and the years have flown by and now it is eight years later. CJ and I are family.
I will never forget the little trooper that he was in the grueling 30 hour drive from California to Wisconsin! In that drive he showed his true strong little spirit and all of its goodness. Now he and I are settled into our new home and he is thriving.
What are we going to do today to celebrate his birthday? Well, traditions must be kept so he will have his regular food with a couple of tablespoons of tuna water (from a can of water packed tuna) poured over it. It is his favorite! Dad will have a tuna salad sandwich using the tuna from the can.
So that about sums up this celebratory day.