Mr. B. is now officially one year old. We're a little slow getting up his birthday goods, but better late than never.
At one- the little fella was a hair under 18lbs. So we're making progress in the weight department. Suddenly, and I do mean suddenly, Boden has become somewhat ravenous with the appetite. He's still keenly shunning his vegetables, with the exception of butter-laden carrots... But his pappy is not much for salad either. What boy in their right mind would be any different.
This kid certainly got
spoiled. The party made him think that he's the center of the universe. Momma is trying to instill a good sense of our Scandinavian heritage... Viking hats for all! Viking hats for cake! Viking hats for dogs! Viking hats for cupcakes! Yep, those are chocolate covered frozen bananas. And a frozen cadbury egg for the top (that was my part).
In addition, we had to stick to our western Colorado and Iowa roots, so the kid got outfitted with his first set of cowboy boots and John Deere schwag. Now he's riding a deere... on the back porch. So long as mom or dad are
Pretty good all in all. I think we've endured a relatively smooth first year on the job with this ankle biter without any major failures or catastrophes.
Other important discoveries and items of endearment from the birthday season... Tunnels- both expandable and engineered, sand boxes with age appropriate
toys, tents/forts/things to crawl under, all objects that can fit inside an oral cavity- and preferably items that can be shared with the nearest available adult whose willing to put the sloppy item in their own mouth.