Happy Birthday to Me!

Hey Pups,

Happy Birthday to Me! I'm really not sure when my birthday is, but today is the day that Mom and Dad decided to celebrate it. They got me right before they moved into our house in February 2004 and figured I was just over a year old at the time. So, they figure my birthday was some where around January 1, 2003. That means I am six years old today.

To celebrate, Mom and Dad bought crab legs and shrimp last night. The little biped ate shrimp cocktail and Mom and Dad had the crab legs dipped in butter. They even shared some of the crab legs with Meadow, Canyon, and I. Then, everyone stayed up really late (except the little biped and Dad who fell asleep on the couch around 11:45) and we watched the big ball drop in Times Square to celebrate the start of my birthday.

This morning, the bipeds were picked up by Gama and Pawpaw, who drove them to meet Great-Gama and Great-Pop at a local fire company for the traditional pork and sauerkraut meal that's always eaten on my birthday in hopes of good luck for me over the next year.

Later, when they came home, the little biped watched Snow White, while Dad used the computer to continue his genealogy research. Dad discovered that I really do have the right to be called King Sky Boy. He found a connection to Welsh royalty on his Mom's side. He has found his earliest ancestor to be King Coel Hen (King Coel the Old, or Old King Cole of the nursery rhyme) who was born in 350 AD. Later on this line led to the title Prince of Wales (although current English monarchy is not related to these original English monarchs). It's quite possible that he will be able to continue tracing this lineage back even further.

Happy New Year everyone!

Kisses, Skyboy