Tommy’s birthday was Sunday – Mother’s Day – and it was a good day.
We had two little celebrations. One around lunchtime before Kevin headed out of town for the week and the other with most of my family that evening. Spoiled little man!
Tommy wasn’t so sure about opening presents at first. He gave me a look as if asking if he was going to get into trouble. Then he figured it out.
He got a couple of toys and books … which were all immediately confiscated by his brothers.
Kevin felt bad about missing the bulk of the festivities, but at least he got to be with us for a little of the day.
After a long, napless, few hours at church, we had the family over for dinner, cake, and few gifts. We opened gifts right away, anticipating that Tommy’s pleasantness wouldn’t last long.
Tommy wasn’t all that interested in opening the gifts.
We tried, but he just wasn’t into it. His brothers were though.
The cake was never meant to be. It was cute, for a few moments. Then I left it to take a shower. When I came back, it had collapsed or melted or maybe the ceiling fell on it, I don’t know. Where it had once been a stack of ABC blocks, it had become a pathetic mess. Popsicle sticks and mini-cupcakes didn’t do much to hide the damage. It tasted good though.
At least it was strong enough to hold up a single candle.
Rusty and Billy got the singing going pretty much as soon as I’d lit the candle. Tommy had not a clue what to do with that burning stick. He just stared at it, reached for it once or twice, and smiled when I blew it out for him. Then Tommy made an even lovelier mess of the already messy cake. (Aunt Cathy – there are messy face pictures coming …)
It is hard to believe it, but my baby is one!
