Grey's ONE!

I still don't quite know how it happened, but the baby is a year old. It was bittersweet, as Molly's was, because while every little new thing he does is exciting, every baby stage he leaves behind makes me sad...especially since my brain is horrible at retaining information.
But his birthday was perfect. We had a little party at the local park, and I was very pleased at how the weather turned out. It was a beautiful day to celebrate a beautiful boy!
Grey LOVED his day. He didn't waste time getting into his cake, and while his hand was slow to get to the cake, no doubt waiting for mine to correct his, he was like lightning getting that handful of frosting back to his mouth. He sucked his fingers, his palm, the back of his hand...I do not think that boy could have been any happier. He was so happy all day, even down to the ten o'clock hour, when he was opening presents and wandering from new toy to new toy. I think he finally crashed around midnight, no doubt dreaming of frosting-covered trains. :)