Sunday, January 31, 2021

le sept

 yesterday, little man turned seven years old.



he wanted to go sledding in the snow, and eat at mod pizza, and have ice cream sandwiches for dessert, and so we did all those things (plus plants vs. zombies, too).

dallin still brings all the big feelings energy to our family. he still says everything. all the things. all the time. talk, talk, talking with no inner monologue to be found. there is absolutely nothing so minute as to be unworthy of his commentary. we love it. he's fascinating and passionate and his vocabulary is prodigious. the facial expressions. the voices. the hand movements. the aggressive pointing. dallin lives life on the edge of his seat and takes everyone else along for the ride. 

when he's not talking, he's reading. when he's not reading, he's practicing the piano. he's working on his sticker art. or he's fighting--i mean plotting--i mean playing with his brother. 

our micro mighty man. he who loves cool ranch doritos more than nacho cheese doritos (the horror!) and vehemently argues that cookie crisp is actually a cereal (never!) 

who never, ever, ever times a thousand plus infinity gives up on ANYTHING he believes in. 

here's to you, woo! we wish you the happiest of birthday years, and better luck next time on that bike, son. 



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