Marshall, Marshall, Marshall!

Elina got invited to a birthday party by one of her friends who lives downstairs in our apartment complex.  I put the invitation on the fridge after explaining to her that we'd be going to a birthday party within the next week or so.  Elina would go to the invitation everyday and say, "Mommy, I want to go this one" and I would explain to her that it wasn't time yet.  To make things better Elina would sing Happy Birthday Marshall, wrong tune but right words, all day long.  Always Marshall.  Never Mommy, Daddy, or baby.  Lol.  I hope I can get a video of her doing it because it's so cute and makes me laugh.  Saddest part is we didn't make it to the party because her and Talanoa both woke up with a fever.  Sad!