Yesterday was August’s first birthday. Hard to believe. A year ago he looked like this:
My, how things have changed.
We have a longstanding tradition of allowing our children to celebrate their first year by manhandling their birthday cake.
It is a rite of passage, a sudden introduction to the enticing possibilities that lie ahead.
It is an object lesson on the importance of moderation and the perils of overdoing it.
Let’s be entirely honest. It is an opportunity for amusing photographs.
The liability, of course, is the necessity of a bath afterward.
Happy Birthday, little man. Welcome to your second year. May it be a balance of cake and baths, and all that lies between.
Scrumptious!
Why did you even give him a bib? If the purpose is for them to go for it fully (in life, in eating their first birthday cake, in college, in love, etc), then take the bib off! Make a mess! Soak it up, kiddo. Happy 1st birthday August.
Veronica – believe you me, this kid’s standard operating procedure is to be naked all the time. We were just giving him the special birthday opportunity to ruin some clothes.
Oh wow… a year? Really? Sheesh. He is SO precious, that kid. And, I want me some of that cake…