One

 

My baby is one. My heart has broken, just a little. I'm not sure if it will ever be the same again. Wait, that is stupid. I KNOW my life will never be the same again! I realize they have to grow up. I look forward to him walking (better) and learning how to talk (not argue)... but really.... ONE!?  Who said my baby could become one? I want to know who you are, seriously. Becuase I have a problem with my little smoosh being one.

Anyways... besides him growing without my permission, he is also getting extremly cute.  I finally bought him a tie, only to realize it was WAY too small. But if I crop the pictures just so, it looks AWESOME!  He now has a bigger tie, but I'm still working on getting a white shirt for him to wear to church. (They are hard buggers to find for cheap!) Currently he wears alot of plaid shirts with kakhi's.

 For his birthday we threw together a last minute party. Sorry if you weren't properly invited. Sean's family has a tradition of the dad making a cool/unique cake for the birthday, and Sean had the brainchild of making a toothbrush. (Graham loves loves loves the toothbrush caddy in the bathroom-- which also happens to be the one thing in the house he really isn't allowed to have.)  However the cake went as follows: Sean baked, Sean pulled cake out of pans, Sean started stacking, Sean mixed up icing/whipped topping, Rachel iced, Rachel finished stacking/making brustles, Rachel put the cake outside to firm up, Rachel colored icing, Rachel finished icing, Rachel put a decorative G on the cake, Rachel carried the cake down to Grandma's condo.     

Let's call it a joint effort.

 

But we really know who MADE the cake!