Devin turned one on Tuesday.
He played with streamers.
He opened his presents. (With help.) (He was very tired from a bad night.)
He played with his presents. (Especially the Mega Bloks.)
Well, mostly he handed the blocks to Dad, who was the builder.
There was mess.
We ate pancakes for breakfast. (It looks like apple, but I swear it’s a pancake… Shouldn’t I be saying that the other way around?)
He had one candle on his little owl cake.
He proceeded delicately at first, carefully taking off the jam drop eyes.
And then hesitantly touching and tasting the icing. (It was a strange, sticky texture for him.)
Apparently, initial taste tests were favourable.
The blue shirt is now stained with chocolate icing, in addition to being sun-faded and too short. I didn’t put him in a special birthday outfit. We didn’t have a huge party. We didn’t cater for guests, or buy special decorations (well, $1 for streamers), or give him an expensive gift. It rained all day, so we stayed inside. We ate sandwiches for lunch and leftover lasagne for dinner.
There wasn’t anything particularly special or extravagant about it. But Devin liked the streamers, the pancakes, the gifts and the cake. And at the end of the day, he had still turned one at 4:59 that morning.