As cliche as it sounds, I really don’t know where the past year went! I blinked and “B” went from an 8 pound, sleepy peanut, to a zany, gap-toothed chunk, on the verge of walking. We celebrated his birthday with an electric green smash cake, courtesy of my best friend and baker extraordinaire. (It really was that electric in person, and insanely delicious)
It was funny to think back to when “E” turned one. He had no interest in devouring his smash cake and burst into tears when I put frosting on his hands. “B” on the other hand, dove right in, not missing a beat. He managed to get frosting from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
Happy birthday, chunk! Your first year has been entertaining, tiring, enlightening, and full of laughs. We love watching you grow and can’t wait to see what mischief you’ll get into next!