I just didn't want to admit it. I still don't. I can't believe my baby Logan is one. I had planned on putting a sweet blog about him followed by a series of pictures but that would have admitted defeat so I just couldn't do it.
Instead I'll share some of pictures from today. Yesterday was the "big day" and we didn't do much but eat Mexican. Afterall, the person who birthed him 365 days ago needed comfort food-in the form of cheese and tortilla chips. Oh, and ice cream too.
Today we had (another) little party for him and he ate his ceremonial cake. It was a sight to be seen.
Doesn't that look good? My mother immediately claimed that yellow one as hers.
They set the table for him
He got down to his underclothes
After his lunch of steak, aspargus, and beans, he was sung to and given his cupcake. Do you think he needs a nap? Look at that look of death if anyone dares to take that away.
Then, he INHALED it. It went up to his mouth and never came down until it was done. It was a sight to behold. Not a crumb was left unless it was stuck to his face. He was suffocating in cupcake and loving every minute of it.
After making us, my parents included, laugh so hard our sides hurt, Mason had to make us laugh some more. Mason is just Mason. He is hard one to describe!
How cool it is being one.
Just not for his mother who is crying in the corner curled into a ball.