Mr. Social

Today, we went to Allie's first birthday party. Chase was a social butterfly crawling all around the room and chatting up strangers. I was really surprised by how independent he was--he couldn't have cared less where mom and dad were. Well, that is until he got tired and let loose his patented squeal of death. Now that is a way to shut down a party really quickly. So, we left after only 2 hours of playing fun. I didn't even get any birthday cake, but considering I have to walk across a stage in front of 50,000 people in a week and a half, that's probably a good thing.

I don't care if it is your birthday, give me my toy back!

Hi, my name is Chase. Who are you?