What? I'm one? Should I be worried? It's hard to believe, but Tristan turned one on April 17th. It seems like just a month ago we were in the hospital, just him and me, watching the palm trees blow in the breeze from our window. Now he's a full-throttle toddler, walking all over the place (starting to run all over the place) and having very strong opinions about everything. He's such a little boy, loves rough-housing and exploring how every little thing works. He cracks us (and himself) up all the time. Just this week he discovered that if you blow in one of the tools from the doctor's kits it will make a whistle. So he ran around the house whistling then laughing hysterically about it all. He refuses to hold hands on walks around the block and will dart out of the preschool class and run down the hall first thing when I drop off Tyler. In short, he is a handful! Oh, and this teething business? When is that going to stop? This morning I found a little chunk of wood in his crib - where the heck did that come from, I wondered? Then I saw the edge of his crib. Tyler had left a few bite marks in the edge, but Tristan has pulled full-on beaver action and is actually trying to gnaw his way out of the crib!!! Needless to say, our little beaver keeps us on our toes and entertained, and we are so very delighted to have him in our lives.
So, I get presents for my birthday but Tyler gets to open them all. Huh?
Ummmmm!!! Cake! This is way yummier than I expected! And fun to pound, squish through my fingers and then rub in my hair!!!
Yes! I'm a big boy now and can ride facing forwards. Let the backseat driving begin!
Cool, one year old and I'm already king. What should I do for my second birthday?