Happy birthday, my one year old boy.
It was a good birthday. When I brought Camper downstairs this morning he pointed at everything and said, “Peh..” Which is the noise he makes when he seems to want to say (really quietly) “Holy crap look at all the cool new stuff. What IS THAT?” (And I swear I’m not reading too much into that.) He pointed at every single streamer we hung, at the big pile ‘o gifts, at his cake and the tablecloth and then had a good breakfast. We sang and danced and got ready and enjoyed a small party of mostly adults who watched him play with his gifts. *Thanks everyone!* We had a first year slideshow and a game designed to determine his future career. We surrounded him with symbolic objects- and from among them he chose a scale meant to signify a future in law. But really…since all I could find was a food scale… it also might mean “chef” or “overweight.” Huh.
Anyway. He had a blast, made it til naptime, and then rode off into the sunset. Forward facing.
Good times had by all.
And now I’m going to go veg out.
More complete pictures found on his website.
