Happy Birthday Beautiful Boy

So the actual birthday was yesterday, but I didn’t have the time to sit and write with all of the festivities. It was relatively low key, a year old really has no clue what is going on. Being the eater in the family, we fully expected #2 to dive into birthday cake. But with 8 people staring at him with cameras ready, he was more bewildered than anything, until I actually put a piece of cake in his mouth, then he started chowing down.

On the topic of cake, my original plan was to channel my inner Duff and make an Elmo cake. My inner cheapskate won out, by the time I purchased the special pan and frosting supplies, Elmo was going to cost about $50. Knowing my creative skills are lacking, I quickly nixed the Elmo cake. TH made a vanilla cake that was so moist it separated into three sections while being frosted. Horrified by his creation he ran to Safeway the morning of the party and grabbed a small cake to have in pictures. The crater cake tasted great, it just didn’t look so hot.

Sipping red wine later in the day, TH and I commented on how we couldn’t believe it had been a year. A year of sleepless nights, tears and stress (and that’s just me). It was also a year of laughs, chubby arms and legs, first smiles/steps/teeth. The first year is a trial no matter how easy the baby and #2 is/was no easy baby. But 12 months later we cannot imagine our household without him, and though he is only a year old, it seems like he has always been here. What was life like before the kids? I am starting to forget. But that may be the sleep deprivation talking.