I feel as though he has always been in my life, but it was only 1 year ago that he joined our family. We started the day by baking in our pajamas: 4 round cakes and 12 cupcakes.
Then we went shopping for a birthday present and last-minute supplies, but the punk decided that a birthday celebration did not provide enough excitement for one day, so he concussed himself on the hard floor of the grocery store. Or so I thought. He hit hard and he cried quite a bit, asking me to carry him (and push the cart containing the basher and our groceries, and carry a dozen helium balloons). He was soon very sleepy and lethargic, and he fell fast asleep on the way home. I called his pediatrician in the car; the nurse told me I could let him sleep, but to wake him in 15 minutes to make sure I could rouse him. I couldn't. So with the basher in bed, I loaded the punk back into the car and headed for the ER. Fortunately, we were able to bypass the estimated 4-hour wait at the ER and visit the punk's grandpa in Radiology. After asking the punk some simple questions ("Q: What's the name of the state fish of Hawaii?" "A: Humuhumunukunukuapuaa."), he pronounced him fine and we returned home. Thankfully, the punk felt better after a nap and a spontaneous and sugar-sweet hug from the birthday boy.
I tried to capture a commemorative photo...
But after taking a face full of dirt, he was done.
We celebrated with cake and ice cream and family.