One for the Books

We had a little birthday brunch celebration for Jack's birthday this morning with our good friends. Although the muffins were a miserable failure, it was really fun to celebrate our little big man's day. True to the cliche, I can't believe it's been a year since we first met the little dude; he snuggled and charmed his way into our lives the moment he arrived (although, at this time last year I was wondering when the heck he was going to arrive).

They (the ever-elusive "they") say that the first birthday is more of a milestone for parents than for munchkins since it means we made it through the first year (relatively) unscathed. That may be true for the first kid but I think Jack deserves lots credit for making it through his inaugural year with an enthusiastic sibling, crazy schedules, multiple cross-country trips, the occasional "oops, I forgot to change your diaper all day" brain lapse on his mom's part, toys being unceremoniously ripped out of his hands, many hair brushings, sharing his bed with inanimate babies, countless bear hugs, lots of schlepping around, and many, many other moments of madness. He does it, best of all, with a sunny disposition and a good natured gleam in his eye. I'm already proud of my boy for his forgiving nature and  for having a lot of fight in him when he decides that he's had enough.

Thanks, most of all, little Jack Peter, for putting up with your mom's enthusiastic crafting today. Please don't outgrow your need for a cape and a crown.

The birthday plate for the littlest super hero.

Who could have guessed that Molly would try and take possession of ALL the crowns??

Super Jack

Look how happy he is in his birthday cape... 

Someone spies the cupcakes.

Hey people, what happened?? Bring the good stuff over this way.

Molly's birthday present to Jack -- maple leaf ribbon.

I spy something chocolatey...

No dad, I will not share with you.