Dennis accompanied me everywhere today. We drove Daddy to work, picked him up for lunch, dropped him back off, and then went to the track to walk. He patiently rode in his stroller for an hour while I walked 3.5 miles and then happily accompanied me home. At home, we played with all his Fisher Price wheeled vehicles, and they charted new territory on the kitchen counter. He poured out a bunch of salt on the table while I was answering the phone. He's been in a pretty great mood all day, chattering happily from his carseat and stroller seat.
David reports that Dennis flirted with some old women at lunch--they went and ate together while I went to the gym. Nothing really special about today; just another happy Dennis day. We've had to sing Happy Birthday to about a million things, including a jeep, a bird, shopping cart, Daddy's work, Bob, Pop, Grandma, Daddy, and Dennis. I think it's his favorite song.
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