celebration of independence

We celebrated your first birthday with family at Crockett Park on the Fourth of July. You didn’t quite understand the opening of the presents, but you played along. Extended family was visiting from Michigan, cousins of Momma’s, and they made a special trip to Target to get you a fun lion bubble machine. Aunt Jates and family gave you a cool water table where you can stand (which you love to do) and play with the water and things floating in it. Daddy and I got you some big foam alphabet letters for the floor of your bedroom. You have little interest in them now, but I figure it can’t hurt to surround you by letters. Mammy and Papa gave you the hands-down hot gift—a little Winnie-the-Pooh car you can push. (see below)

You were determined to conquer the wedge of watermelon on your own.

The cake adventure started out like you were playing in the mud. You had no reason to believe something colored purple and green was meant to be eaten. Up to this point, you have had no processed foods and certainly no sugary goodness. Daddy put a little finger of frosting in your mouth, and you caught on quickly

You traversed the distance of at least three football fields, pushing this little car. It was as if you had tasted freedom. That’s what Mammy and Papa were hoping for. I sent you to bed that night with a little Motrin in your system, certain your newly used muscles would be aching in the morning. Exhausted, you slept like a lil Oliver. Daddy and I have mixed emotions about your newfound mobility.