I'm ONE Now, If You Haven't Noticed.

On May 9, we had a party. For ME. Cause I'm ONE now.

I started out my birthday by taking a bath, cause I wanted to look my best for my party.

 

Mom got me a "1" shirt to wear for my birthday, in case there was any confusion as to how old I was. The 1 is pretty darn big, so if you didn't notice I was 1 now, you would have to be pretty dumb.

 

Grumpy noticed, he liked it. He knows what's up.

I spent some QT with Nannie, while I chewed on a blue thing:

 

And I psyched everyone out by making them think I wanted to go home, but really I just love playing in my carseat. Mom and Dad say the carseat will soon be for some other kid they keep calling "my little brother or sister" (whatever that means), but I know it is, and will always be, mine.

 

 

After the grownups ate, it was time for the star of the show (that's ME) to take center stage. This is what they had all been waiting for, obviously, because everyone had their cameras out and were all crowded around watching me. I wasn't even really doing anything at first. They even started singing to me. They clearly really adore me. I was kind enough to pose with my cousins Molly and Mary Kate, but I wasn't feeling the whole "smiling" thing. Molly's smile was big enough for all of us anyway.

 

Then came the song I was telling you about. Dad filmed it. He also filmed me destroying this huge green sticky thing they kept calling "cake." More on that later, here's the video:

Ok, here is the green sticky thing I was telling you about. Mom and Dad wanted me to taste it, but let's just say that I happen to know my mom isn't exactly Betty Crocker. I decided instead to just totally trash it, for a laugh. Before my destructive powers:

 

And after:

Mom also made a giant blue "cake" for the other people to eat. Shockingly, they all seemed to like it, especially Mom apparently because she ate it for lunch AND dinner the next day. I am not supposed to tell people that, so let's keep it on the DL, mmmkay?

Then it was time for presents. I am told this is customary for birthdays, which is cool, cause I got a lot of rad stuff. My favorite gift of all was the tag from a toy, which Dad let me play with while he opened the rest of my loot.

 

 

All in all, it was a pretty cool day even though I went to bed late with frosting residue still totally in my hair. The best part was turning ONE though. Now my mom cries when she gets her email updates from Babycenter, because they call me a "toddler" instead of a "baby." But she needs to deal, because I am ONE now!! Take THAT, Mom and Dad!