I got to stay up way past my bedtime last night. Which was great. Except, mom and dad took us to a loud place with a large crowd of people.
A band played for awhile, which was okay.
But then the loudest thing I have ever heard started. And there were bright flashes in the sky. People clapped and said ooh. I covered my ears and waited for it all to be done.
Well. At least I got to stay up late.
Happy day of loud bright things.
Today was my first birthday.
It was a good day.
The day started with Grammie and Grandpa singing to me on dad’s phone.
And ended with a big dinner, cake and toys wrapped in paper.
I loved the balloons, the salmon dinner, the ducky cake with sparkly candles for my sister to blow out, the crinkly paper and empty boxes, and the toys that came in them.
Now, if you need me, I will be pushing my new ride around waiting for my next birthday.
Happy birthday to me.
I’m now Twelve months old. 365 days. One whole year!
Mom took my picture and made a big deal about this milestone. Then she teared up. Then she told me I needed a haircut.
Halloween is an interesting day. Mom and dad dress you in certain outfits. (According to sister you are supposed to throw a crying fit about your outfit.)
Then, mom and dad take you somewhere and people give you candy, which you can’t eat.
But you can irritate sister by stealing the candy.
So, Happy Halloween!
I hope you got to eat your candy and annoy your sister.
Woohoo! I’m eleven months old!
My first birthday is next month!
Wait, what? Someone else has a birthday the same weekend?
You mean my sister’s birthday is two days after mine?
Cue diabolical sister laugh.
Oh well. I’m cuter.
Mom and sister have made a very big deal about pumpkins recently. We buy them at farms and grocery stores and have a small pile of them. I learned today what you are actually supposed to do with them.
Cut them open,
and scoop the insides out….
But the insides taste really bad. So you just throw them away.
Then your sister and mom carve shapes on one side.
This all seemed very odd until dad lit a candle and put it inside.
Then you have a pumpkin with a two tooth grin!
Mom called it a Bergy-Lantern.
Cause I have a matching two tooth grin.
I like pumpkins.
Mom took me to the farm today.
We rode a trailer behind a tractor into a field.
Mom told me to pick out a pumpkin.
So I did. I pointed, mom took a picture…. and yet somehow we ended up with that white pumpkin behind me.
Yup. Because sister wanted that one.
Cue diobolical sister laugh.
Oh well. Next year, maybe I will get to choose the pumpkin. But for now…..
…..Happy Farm Fresh Fall!!!!
Ten months, two teeth and totally wild.
It’s been said nine months is when babies reach their cutest phase.
I would totally agree. Look at that face.
Eight month old ham. Feels good.