On February 16th, Ogdan "Tank" turned two years old. Can you believe it?!? Brent and I can not. We celebrated his birthday a little late with friends and family. Brent only gets every other weekend off and Grandma Debbie and Grandpa Terry went vacationing in Florida without us, so we postponed the party to the end of February which was ok with everyone. This year, I made Ogdan a tank cake only because it was fitting because his nickname is "Frank the Tank." Why you ask do we call him that, well he is my little garbage disposal. He eats everything and anything. There is no stopping him. He will eat until you tell him to stop or everything is gone. He eats more than I do at all meals. I hate to see how he is going to eat at 16. I better start saving up for that grocery bill now. I have a feeling my cabinets will be bare and I will broke from buying groceries. Ogdan got lots of really neat gifts, so thanks to all. He loves them all to pieces!
Another wonderful masterpiece
"Frank the Tank"
Can not wait to eat some cake
Great-Grandpa Dave and Nash (I love this photo!)
Look at that face?!? Priceless.
Ogdan opening money. Like a kid in a candy store.
Choo Choo Underwear! He wears them everyday. Even over his diapers.
Blowing out the candles.
Only thing left to do is dig in and he did.
So happy!
Giving orders.
Watch out Ogdan has a weapon.