On Your First Birthday...

We had cake for breakfast.

You saw Daddy before he left for work, because you were up early enough.

You slept very poorly the night before.

You had three owies. A bruise on your forehead from falling in your new little house. A bruise on you jaw from being knocked over by Gatsby into a ball popper, and a mark from biting your tongue courtesy of the same incident.

You pooped twice.

You took a long morning nap while I read Charlie St. Cloud. And, you took a short afternoon nap while I finished the book.

You made messes. No more than usual though.

Our offer on a house was accepted.

You brushed your teeth.

We had spaghetti for supper, because it is your favorite.

You had a bath.

You peed in the tub (twice), and on the floor a little later.

It was cold, cloudy, and rainy. Snow was forecasted for nearby towns.

You went to bed at 7:45.

Happy Birthday, silly guy.