So, this baby is one. One! A whole year has gone by since that day when the midwife met us at the hospital for my favorite birth ever. In case any of my kids ever read this, please know that saying it was my favorite birth ever doesn't necessarily mean that he's my favorite child. Not necessarily. I love all of you in your own special ways.
I guess they just remembered to write things down in their carefully-kept baby books.
This week, though, I'm focusing on letting good enough be good enough, and I'm not going for perfect. So pictures will have to do, Felix. Good thing we have so many wonderful pictures of you!
I made a collage of pictures from Felix's first year for the birthday party. It's amazing how much he's changed.
It was awesome. He loved it. I think it's the perfect one year old present, and I kind of want to give it to every one year old I know.
My nephew will turn one on September 1, but we will not be sending him a plastic pool filled with balls, because he lives in Nome, Alaska. His mother will probably be grateful.
If she had experienced this gift, though, she might appreciate the ball pit more.
George's sister and her family, in a gesture of love (and possibly out of a desire to get even with us for that child-sized electronic drum we gave their son- our nephew and godson- on his first birthday), gifted Felix with his own Rock and Roll Elmo.
Elmo sings, dances, taps his foot, plays the tambourine and the bongos, and will share his instruments and microphone with any child who takes them out of his hand.
"Okay! Your turn to use the microphone! Ha ha ha ha!"
(Why does Elmo sound so maniacal when he laughs? It gives me the creeps.)
Anyway, our baby boy was delighted with Elmo and crawled right up to him to put his chubby baby fingers in Elmo's mouth. Elmo just kept singing, but I thought it was kind of charming. It turns out that if my baby loves Rock and Roll Elmo, I kind of love him, too. I was even happy about the extra set of batteries they gave us.
A one year old's birthday party is a tricky thing. It needs to be kind of low-key and comfortable. We were so precious about Sam's first birthday- our "first" first birthday. We tightly controlled the guest list, the food, the start and finish times (carefully chosen to protect both morning and afternoon nap) and Baby Sam's overall sugar consumption.
|No longer a baby. Semi-pro cake eater.|
This time...well, yeah. Our family is bigger, so there's a certain amount of chaos around here all the time. Our siblings' families have also grown, and most of our close friends have several children, too. It ended up being a rather sizable crowd with children running everywhere in our backyard. We bought a bunch of kites from Dollar Tree and gave them to all the kids. That led to a wonderful, harmonious time where everyone seemed to be flying a kite. The only downside was that I felt like the soundtrack from Mary Poppins was in my head for the rest of the weekend.
Unfortunately, if I slow down at all, I'll just have to run faster to catch up with all the others...and who knows what they'll get into before I get there. Might as well keep on going, I suppose!
Happy birthday, Felix. You are the most, and we love you.
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