Anyway. Our peanut turned one, and I chose a rubber ducky theme. It ended up being the right one (by chance) because "duck" is the first real word he said (though that happened after I chose the theme). A couple weeks ago, as he was reaching for his duckie in the bathtub, he said "duck." Alex and I both heard it and were (a little too) excited - he was startled by our sudden bursts of glee, and started to cry.
The party was basically just dinner (pot roast), with duck decorations, and cake for dessert. I don't think any of the photos show it well, but instead of streamers, I hung pastel-colored paper chains around the room. These were left-over from a Christmas project Alex and I did (even though pastels are decidedly NOT Christmas colors...).
Harrison's sick - I'm pretty sure he has RSV, basically a really bad cold with wheezing on top of it. So, unfortunately he didn't really have any fun at the party. At least he is too young to realize what a bummer it is to be sick at your own birthday party! But, even though he feels quite under the weather, we all had a wonderful time celebrating his life. He's such a precious part of our lives!
The Pennsylvania Bakery always does
an amazing job with their cakes!
Since I have no talent of my own, it's the only place I go!
"Rubber duckie, you're the one...
...you make bath time lots of fun!"
It's the best photo we got that night-
it's tricky when a baby doesn't want to smile.
"Happy birthday, to you!
And many more!"
"Ewww - this is squishy!
I'm not sure I want to touch this!"
"Harrison, you've got a little something on your chin!"
The best present we received last year...
... a healthy baby boy!
There's so much tape!
I'm gonna build huge muscles
(like Uncle Field)
just trying to open this present!