Happy sorta-birthday, Deuce. I wish y'all could hear mrs. o sitting here singing "Hey, Baby; I'm Tired, Baby" to him over and over. It's an original composition and, much like her best friend, singing is not her primary talent.
Sorry for the not-best-quality pics. I broke my digital camera and my cell phone cameras always get blurry. Anyway, you can still see the cuteness on these four.