The Birthday Boy spent a relaxing day at the Spa a la Gann... after a lavender lotion massage and mani/ pedi, Woog spent a leisurely day taking the bottom rack out of the dishwasher and exploring the Corningware cabinet. A couple of naps and diapers changes later, Woog got to open his present... And BOY was he... unimpressed. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't eaten yet, or hadn't napped well, or hated the birthday hat we were forcing him to wear, but sitting in his brand new Vroom Vroom wasn't the least bit appealing. He did, however, rather enjoy opening and shutting the car's tiny little gas cap.
Following the car (un)excitement, Woog ate his first birthday cake- banana bread. Yes, I know...deflating on one's first birthday not to partake of all that sugary goodness, but his little system isn't used to that junk and he was already crabby. He liked it though... He gingerly pecked away at what was, for him, a HUGE piece until he realized that he had full authority to use both hands. All looked to be going well in the double-fisting category, right then left, repeat. But Woog, smarter than we, ducked his head to highchair tray level and ate, sans hands, right off of the tray. Genius.
He finished the evening off with a second birthday bath...ate a few bubbles, blew a few bathwater farts and felt, I think, as though the day was...probably like any other- except he had to wear a stupid hat.
Happy Birthday my Son...Mama and DaDa love you more than the stars and the great big Moon-a.
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