Dear Daddio:

Warning: Post hijacked by Riley Monroe.

Dear Daddio (for some reason I like to call you that),

I know sometimes I frustrate you.

Like when I bother Kody too much,


or when I give you and mommy a hard time in the middle of the night,


or when I spit my food at the dinner table,

or when I scream at the top of my lungs,

or when I squirt my juice box out all over the place, on purpose,

or when I wake up at 5:30 in the morning, after waking up three times during the night,

or when I make a scene when we're out in public,

or when I just plain drive you crazy.

But I want you to know that I do love you.

And before you know it...

....I'll be 16 years old....

...cruising off into the sunset....

...in my very own car. (That you'll by for me, right?)

So- love me now Daddio, because some things never change.

Until next time...