Yes, my son has hit the ripe old age of 1. We can no longer call him Baby Dane (although he will always be my baby). He has earned his right to be called a toddler. We had his birthday party on Saturday. Lots of family and friends showed up and Dane made out like a bandit.

The best part was the cake eating. Dane has not had anything like that before and I was a little worried about how his body would react to all the sugars. He started by shoving the cake into his mouth like all kids do, but he stopped, licked it with his tongue and giggled the whole time. He finally started to push more into his mouth, until it was full, chew and shovel more in. 30 minutes later he was wiped out and took a nap while everyone said their goodbyes.

One of his presents was this "big wheel" (I don't know what else to call it). He can't reach the pedals but he loves to ride on it and be pulled around. He presses the buttons (vrrooom vrrooom). I pull him one way and powerslide (errrrrt) to the side. He giggles and laughs! He also received books and an abundance of annoying-noise making toys (luckily they have on/off switches). His favorite seems to a truck and ball he received from Darla (a friend of ours who is a nanny.. she would know what he wants). All in all, it was a good day.

Darla and Kevin (Peanut) stayed the night and after Dane went to bed, we drank margaritas and watched Spongebob Squarepants The Movie. Well... they did, I feel asleep in the recliner. That thing always puts me to sleep during movies.