Last May our familiy went on our first family vacation. The grand end of the trip was going to the Portland Zoo. I might add that our children were over tired from being dragged all over the Pacific NW, hungry, mad at their parents, and did not enjoy most of our outing there. 
On our way out after the last meltdown/Remington pass out we stopped at the gift store. There our little Lizzie found the love of her life. A stuffed animal that she orginally thought was a polar bear, but later decided was a Lion. She was immediately adopted as a member of the family, and named Wilber.
As Jeff was going through his travel journals one night, we discovered that Wilber (who now resembles more roadkill then Lion) has been with us one whole year. Well, if that doesn't deserve a celebration I don't know what does. Here are picture of Wilber's first birthday, as hosted by her adoptive momma Lizzie.
Happy Birthday, Wilber!
