Happy Birthday Stinkpot!

Twelve years ago today, I gave birth to a precious baby boy whom I swore was going to be the next David Beckham. Instead, my baby boy has blossomed into an interesting mix of Van Gogh and The Rolling Stones. And I couldn't be more proud of him.

Happy birthday, Mouth!!!!

(Due to procrastination, I didn't have time to order a cool cake. So I baked one myself. Needless to say, the Cake Boss guy's job is totally safe.)