As expected, my first year of life was nothing short of perfect. Sure, it was hectic and I was forced to live the life of a nomad for about the first 10 months of it, but all in all, I am chalking it up as a success. My parents are as well in that they are measuring this accomplishment by the fact they kept me alive and healthy for 365 days - not exactly reaching for the stars, eh?
My birthday week was superb. My Peedles and Poppy came to stay with me and we had a grand time doing lots of fun stuff.
I beat Peedles in a swinging competition. She doesn't know how to pump her legs, so my victory was easily gotten.
Going down a slide sitting down is for sissies!! A real boy runs down them.
We all went hiking in the mountains. And for the 1000th time, our family photo was a disaster.
Then after spending a week galavanting around, my actual birthday arrived. I began the day by helping mom assemble my shiny new coupe. She kept trying to throw other things in my path to distract me from lending a hand, but I was not to be deterred.
For her hard work, I rewarded her with a hug.
I had never had a cake before my birthday. The memory of that sweet, sweet icing still brings me a smile...
Hooray! Cake!
...mm..mmmm...chomp...chomp...
If you just give me a minute, I can just clean the plate for you...
Then came the time to open presents.
I'm so excit - OH WAIT! BUBBLES!!!! (I was later informed that I missed the opening of every single present due to my fascination with shiny, floating bubbles. Oops - my bad.)
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