Baby B turns one!

We had the family over and started out with fish tacos and rice for the celebratory dinner.


I made one giant cupcake for the birthday boy and covered it in lots of messy frosting. You can see he is already on the verge of tears... this is gonna be bad.


We all gathered around and stared at him, waiting for him to put on a great show. He seemed a little apprehensive, and would only touch a bit of the frosting as he looked around suspiciously at everyone.


Then grandma shoved his hand into his cake, and that was it - he was done for the night.


Wow, Lori, you made this picture of the gifts a real keeper!


I debated whether or not to open the gifts, but the kids were itching to do it, so I let each one of them open one gift, and I told them to act like Brandon when they did it.

We had paper throwers...


Clothes being put on heads...


Gift wrap eaters...


Toy eaters...


And kids who tried to eat the whole box!


I don't know if you can see this, but Natalie threw Brandon's monkey as soon as she opened it.


And Paige was throwing the bow and wrapping all over the place. The kids had a ball, and once all the gifts were open, they went crazy and threw everything that was on the table onto the floor. What a mess!


A couple of days later, Brandon got to try his cake again. This is the before picture.


He was slow at first...


But it didn't take long for him to realize...


cake is awesome!


This is after.


Squishy, squish. Playing with your food is so fun.


Want some?


After catching up on his sleep, he realized it's good to be one! I can't believe it's already been a year since I was holding my newborn baby Brandon in the hospital, showing him the rising sun, and telling him all about the world, the plants, the clouds, etc. It's been a year since I gasped a breath of relief as the enormous pressure he was putting on my body was suddenly relieved, and I marveled at the new life before me while the timer on the warming table showed that he was only a few minutes old. Those memories are sweet, but the time went too fast.



Now he is a busy kid, learning about the world by shoving everything he can into his mouth... even that worm looking thing that he found on our kitchen floor and the used Q-tip. Nothing is too gross. He opens all the cupboards now, too, and loves the clanging sound that the glass dishes make when he bangs them on the floor. Nothing is too fragile or too precious to be used as a drum stick! I'm afraid this kid will be my most curious, most adventurous, and most mischievous kid... but he's wonderful, and I'm so glad he's mine.