The Birthday Dude

Today in primary, they were about to sing "Happy happy birthday Ammon, dear." Ammon very politely asked, "Instead of saying 'Ammon dear,' could you please sing 'Ammon, dude'?" Everyone thought it was pretty funny. Of course, that is what they sang. Perhaps a new tradition has started in the 3rd ward. :-)

I love my little Christmas baby. I know, he wasn't actually born on Christmas. But he was pretty close. (Just running a little late.) Ammon is nine today. 9! Here are some photos of our day together:

(Before we start to look at the photos, you should know my camera was almost out of batteries and it refused to zoom and also was very slow to respond to the "take the photo" order.)

Ammon opening present #1:

Oh my goodness! It's his very own tackle box. (Obviously, Chris was instrumental in picking out this gift.) Here Ammon poses with his brother and sisters. Awww....

Ammon with a new book? Yes! That's what it is. Encyclopedia Brown, no less. (Do I have to point out that I picked out this gift?)

Ammon and his daddy. I don't know. Is there any resemblance?

With Grandma and Grandpa Rawlins. (Other grandparents represented via U.S. Postal Service.)

With his loving mommy.

As proof that he is actually 9, Ammon makes silly faces even when he doesn't know he's doing it. Ammon loves Garfield. I know what you're thinking. It's not my best cake so far. But Ammon likes it.

Ammon chose to dance while we sang a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday to You!"

All in all, a fun day. Why? Because Ammon's a fun kid. Really delightful, that one. I love, love, love my Ammon!