Well this past Friday marked Michael's first year with us. The whole week we've been remembering the days leading up to his birth. For example, on Thursday night at 11 pm (= 2 am East Coast time) Emily recalled: "At this time last year I was having contractions and you had fallen asleep." That sounded kind of familiar; I replied that I was probably conserving my strength so I could be as supportive as possible the next day.
The birthday boy began Friday with a long look in the mirror. No crowsfeet yet, but he is starting to show his age.
Next on the agenda was his favorite pre-breakfast activity: trucks. Loading the dumptruck, dumping the dumptruck, loading the dumptruck...I think you get the picture.
Going to the kitchen for breakfast, Michael was surprised to find a new friend waiting for him: Buzzy Bee. I think this was the first clue for him that it was a special day.
We saved the cake for the afternoon, 3:30 to be precise which is the time he was born last year (6:32 EST). He was interested in the cupcake we had bought him and struck the following pose. (We're grooming him for a future boy band.)
The interest continued as Em and I sang "Happy Birthday" and brought him the cupcake with the candle lit. He made a wish (we think), and Em helped him blow out the candle.
That was about the extent of his interest. The first clue was when he flipped the cupcake upside down. He tried a bite of the cake.
But that was about it. Soon he was picking it apart and handing bites to me and Em. Even when we tried to feed him the cake or the icing, he didn't care much for it.
This picture pretty much sums up what Michael thought of the cupcake. Amazingly, he shows no sign of his mom and dad's sweet tooth, but there's still time for this dominant gene to surface. 
Fortunately for Michael, whose Italian gene is quite strong, there was a pasta dinner later in the evening. Em made some delicious meat sauce that Michael totally pounded -- buon appetito!
After Michael was in bed for the night, Em's parents and brother arrived, so stay tuned for pictures from their visit.
Next on the agenda was his favorite pre-breakfast activity: trucks. Loading the dumptruck, dumping the dumptruck, loading the dumptruck...I think you get the picture.
Going to the kitchen for breakfast, Michael was surprised to find a new friend waiting for him: Buzzy Bee. I think this was the first clue for him that it was a special day.
We saved the cake for the afternoon, 3:30 to be precise which is the time he was born last year (6:32 EST). He was interested in the cupcake we had bought him and struck the following pose. (We're grooming him for a future boy band.)
The interest continued as Em and I sang "Happy Birthday" and brought him the cupcake with the candle lit. He made a wish (we think), and Em helped him blow out the candle.
That was about the extent of his interest. The first clue was when he flipped the cupcake upside down. He tried a bite of the cake.But that was about it. Soon he was picking it apart and handing bites to me and Em. Even when we tried to feed him the cake or the icing, he didn't care much for it.This picture pretty much sums up what Michael thought of the cupcake. Amazingly, he shows no sign of his mom and dad's sweet tooth, but there's still time for this dominant gene to surface. Fortunately for Michael, whose Italian gene is quite strong, there was a pasta dinner later in the evening. Em made some delicious meat sauce that Michael totally pounded -- buon appetito!After Michael was in bed for the night, Em's parents and brother arrived, so stay tuned for pictures from their visit.
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Happy Birthday Michael!! :)
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