It’s hard to believe that I have a one year old. A walking, semi-talking, little person.
Alex had a wonderful Birthday and Birthday Party. We went to a nice little Italian restaurant on his Birthday and he enjoyed eating tons of white bread and tortellini. Seriously, he ate about a pound of bread. It was impressive.
Wearing his “I’m 1” shirt, made by the wonderful and talented Karen, everyone knew without asking how old he was! At lunch the next day, a (clearly naive) waitress asked, “How old is he? Three or four months?” I almost laughed in her face, but refrained and answered her nicely.
Thanks to Zach’s father, “Big D” to Alex, an unbelievable cake was made to celebrate Alex turning one:
If I could take all of the credit, I would. But the credit is due almost entirely to Big D! The cake turned out fantastically, and Alex clearly enjoyed it:
By the end of the afternoon, Alex was exhausted. He had played with everyone for hours, had cake, opened presents, and played some more. He took a nice two hour nap while some cleaning was able to occur, and was refreshed and ready to play some more when he woke up!
All in all, the Birthday madness was a success!