I know I am behind on this post, but I've been busy watching my house get messier. (Laziness is hard work sometimes, you really have to fight those urges to do something productive.)
He had to stop for a snack. Being one can really be exhausting you know.
Here is my version of a cake. An easy cake. I don't claim for this cake to be anything except ordinary. I used 99 cent box of cake and frosting from a container. You always see pictures of the perfect cakes on blogs, so I thought that I would show you average. As long as you don't strive for excellence, average is acceptable.
Preston kinda likes my average cake... I stuck his hands in it myself.
Here I am with My Dad and the Star of the night.
Here are my cupcakes.
We do have friends! Thanks to everyone who came and made Preston's day special (for me, he's not going to remember it.). I could go on about how sweet and wonderful my neighbors are, but we all know that they came for the free food.
You might be looking at this picture thinking about how sweet he looks, and how big his eyes are or that he has eyelashes.
The only thing that I think of is how Adam picked out the bib the "Daddy Loves Me" bib on purpose. Totally not fair. It should have been the "Mommy spent the last year nursing me while you didn't have to deal with the feedings" bib. But that one was in the washing machine
So this is the part of the post where I tell you how special and wonderful my son is (it's in the blog bragger rules).
The truth is, a year ago I would never EVER have thought that this boy was going to be such a happy child.
He was a crier, a screamer, a non sleeper, we called him our bi polar baby. He was incredibly difficult, and if he would have been my first child I would probably have ended up in a deep depression thinking that all babies were like that.
In fact, my initial plan when I named him was to call him P.J. I thought it was a nice nickname. The only problem was that I thought he was to grumpy to be a P. J. The baby I had envisioned was going to be cuddly and sweet, cry little, laugh often... That was not Baby Preston.
But one day he changed:
- Now he sleeps well, cries little, and laughs often.
- He smiles with his whole face. And when he smiles at you, you feel like you are the most important person in the room.
- He thinks his sisters are the best, and he knows that his brother is trouble.
- He refuses to say mama, and rarely says dada.
- He is almost walking
- He waves and says Hi
- His best friend is Hayden and His girlfriend is Lorelai. (Although she does like to bite his bum and slap him around occasionally.)
- He likes to sing, although he is tone deaf. (Poor Boy sounds like his mom)
I know his list of accomplishments will bore many of you, but to me it represents the past year of my life. We had a rocky start with Mr. Preston, I am so happy with the little monster that he is growing into.
Happy Birthday Preston-dido. Your Mom thinks you are