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We couldn’t have asked for a smarter, funnier, and more brilliant daughter.

GREY IS FOUR!

A few weeks ago, our good friend Milan asked Grey what kind of birthday cake she wanted. Her request: “A pink panda cake, with a house on top, with a skeleton on top, and a polar bear candle.”

Pretty specific, right?

Soon after, Milan (who wasn’t able to attend Grey’s party) sent us this sketch.

CAKE SKETCH!

Our other good friend Marla (we have a lot of good friends) got busy building the house and baking the cake. I was in charge of sculpting the skull (which was simplified down from a skeleton) and the polar bear candle holder.

CAKE PARTS!

In the end, Grey’s cake looked pretty close to Milan’s sketch.

CAKE!

Next up… West’s big number two (heh),

-Shady

Lucky number thirteen!

You’re the best, and I’m so grateful for every single day that you’re lying, sleeping, and farting at my feet. You’ve reached a fabulous thirteen, buddy!

That photo of Fab sitting in fresh snow is from this morning, but here’s a photo of her doing the same thing in 2007. She had just turned two.

The. Best.

Where twelve started,

-Shady

West Rebel Wilder Robert Bryja Shady is one!

I love you so much, little buddy!

I meant #2 as in “second child,” not second favorite… or poop,

-Dad

Three. Wow.

You’re the bestest.

Much love,

-Dad

Mr. Fabulous hits a dozen!

Twelve looks great on you!

It seems like you were eleven just yesterday. Oh wait… you were.

Hard to believe she was only four months old when I adopted her.

Couldn’t ask for a better girl,

-Shady

I always wanted to get a Beefcake in the mail!

…of the Brutus “The Barber” variety.

Thanks, man!

Also, I’m not 43… and he knows that,

-Shady

It's a birfday mixtape from Tiggins!

…made me an old-school mixtape for my birthday last September.

It took me awhile to find and dig out a player, but I was finally able to listen to the tape earlier today!

Thanks for the mix, Tiggins! There’s a lot of great music on there, and I found myself becoming nostalgic for that old tape “hiss” sound.

I think we’re officially going steady now,

-Shady

Happy eleven, Mr. Fabulous!

We reused Grey’s #1 candle so just imagine it in there twice.

She’s come a long way since number ten.

She’s the absolute best,

-Shady

40 for 40.

…as a joke.

But, yep, I drank it. Goddamn right I did.

Thanks for the joke, Beth!

Hoping they make 41 ounces by next September,

-Shady

…for my birthday all the way from San Francisco.

I sock the line.

The Man in Black... socks.
Yeah, buddy!

But then, the very next day, I got these pairs of socks from my good friends Bryan and Alisha in Columbus.

More socks!

And this pair of socks (which may or may not be knee-highs for a woman) from my good friend Sue in Los Angeles.

And more socks!

I’m sensing both a trend and a conspiracy here.

Still, all of the pairs are much appreciated… and desperately needed.

I can take a hint.

Socks it to me,

-Shady

Old Poop!