You opened you first birthday card
Had your first mini cupcake and surprisingly wanted nothing to do with it.
I often forget that you are only one and don't appreciate all the things about the Christmas season quite yet, but with some stuff you humor your momma. Last night was not one of those nights. We went to the Carol of Lights at Tech. It was supposed to be cold, but this unexperienced momma thought a shirt, jacket and blanket would be plenty. In fact it crossed my mind that you would be sweating. This is how the night played out.
Not thrilled about the cold, but still smiling (kinda)
Starting to get a little chilly and we are wondering if this was ever going to start.
Screaming starts shortly after the above picture that prompts me to offer you some food, which I then squeeze too much in your mouth because it is pitch black. You procede to throw up EVERYWHERE. You threw up right next to this bag and a mortified onlookers leg. I still wanted to stick it out when Daddy shoots me a "You are crazy, we are leaving" look. We are then stuck trying to figure out what to do with the pile of puke. Of course any logical person would put the luminary back on top of it right???
We spent the next 20 minutes trying to warm your icicle nose, ears, and cheeks up in the closest warm building and you were back to your normal self.
We ended the night at Starbucks with coffee, coffee cake, a banana, and you were a happy camper.
We had an awesome birthday with you and I cannot imagine spending my days any other way. You have an infectious personality and like to entertain, just like your Daddy. We love you so much!
Happy Birthday little love!