Opening a present with Dad's help.
Introducing . . . a cupcake with candle. (Dad also helped blow out the candle.)
First bite: Mmm . . . good.
Second bite: Can't get enough. Need a bigger mouth.
Third bite: Satisfied and finished.(In reality, it took a bunch more bites than that.)
Forget the fantastic presents. Let's play with tissue paper.
And phones.
Later on, reading before bed.
Okay, not birthday at all, but doesn't he look so cute. He won't always be able to pull this look off, but for now I thought he looked so happy and dressy that I thought he still qualifies as cute.
Peering at me out of his playpen. "Hello, Mom."
Showing the pillow some love. All pillows get love. Pillows are a happy part of life. Babies don't get pillows, but Caleb makes his own pillow out of his blankie in the crib. He will not be deprived!
Caleb saying "No no" when I reached for him and asked if he was done. (I put him in the washer when I was unloading the dryer because my friend said she does that with her son and he loves it. Mine did too.)
Caleb meets our friends' puppy.
More tickling tongue on ticklish feet.
Caleb has a menagerie of animals almost as good as his grandma's. Donkey, sheep, bears, birds, all he needs is a wallaby, some emus, and a zebra and he'll be about equivalent.
Here's our one-year-old. Getting so big and growing up before our eyes!
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