We picked up a few cupcakes from Crumbs on our way home. I made a special feast of fried flounder, quinoa, and salad. (My kids' favorite meal...surprisingly.) Then I brought out the cupcakes, which became a comedy of errors. (Brian had to work late--he was home early both nights previously to make up for it). So it was me, three kids (that's 30 fingers!), chocolate frosting, fire, and a camera! I had to light that candle at least 5 times. We sang a few times to Simon, once to Oliver and once to Isabella. It was hilarious, fun, and a bit exhausting.
|He only ate a bite or two. (I think it's the wheat?!)
Like I've said before, I feel like the first birthday is a bit of a celebration of "we did it!" He'll never remember his first year of life, but we've worked long, hard hours taking care of these three wee ones. It is a celebration of his first year, but it is also a celebration of our family. We have all grown so much this last year. We have become a better, stronger, happier family. What a wonderful blessing it is having three beautiful children.