Since I'm now in the "single digits," Mommy and Daddy said I could write my own blog post! I thought I'd share a few moments from my first birthday party. Mommy put a special party dress on me; it was so pretty--full of flowers just like my cake. Then, I took a really good nap before my family and friends arrived. We played and "opened gifts"--that's what everyone called this funny thing they were asking me to do. Usually, Daddy and Mommy don't like it when I tear up stuff; maybe I wasn't doing it right because today they were showing me how to do just that! (I think I started to understand when my cousin, Delaney, and my friend, Mia, showed me. Mia's first birthday party was last week, so she knew all about tearing paper the right way.) Well, after I started tearing paper, I found the coolest things inside! Daddy and Mommy told me that people gave me these things because they wanted me to know I'm special and loved and giving gifts is one way to say that. They also told me that the best gifts were all of the hugs, kisses and joy everyone shared. I agree, especially now that I can blow kisses back! I wish I knew how to say or sign, "You are very special and I love you very much!" because that is what I would tell everyone who celebrated with me that day--those who could be here in person and those who were sending hugs across the miles. Here are some other things I learned that day....
This is called a birthday cake. People buy or make these for someone celebrating a birthday.
This is a candle. People get candles on their cakes to match how many fingers they are. Daddy said some people stop putting the right number of candles on their cake when it becomes hazardous, whatever that means. I hope I don't have to worry about a "
habbardish" for a long time because I liked when we all thought really hard about something and pretended we had Kleenexes at the same time.
I stuck my finger in my pretty flower cake; I just had to touch it! Nobody cared that I messed up the pretty flower. In fact, they saw I liked touching it so much that they gave me this one to play with! I'm not sure why, but, when I put the funny white lotion on my legs, everyone started laughing (but only my cousin, Kyle, wanted to touch me). Everybody even helped me taste it. So confusing...Mommy and Daddy never let me taste the lotion they put on me after
bath time.
I guess birthdays are not only about celebrating with family and friends, but also about having a day off from the rules. I've decided I like birthdays very much!!
This is called a birthday cake. People buy or make these for someone celebrating a birthday.
This is a candle. People get candles on their cakes to match how many fingers they are. Daddy said some people stop putting the right number of candles on their cake when it becomes hazardous, whatever that means. I hope I don't have to worry about a "habbardish" for a long time because I liked when we all thought really hard about something and pretended we had Kleenexes at the same time.
I stuck my finger in my pretty flower cake; I just had to touch it! Nobody cared that I messed up the pretty flower. In fact, they saw I liked touching it so much that they gave me this one to play with! I'm not sure why, but, when I put the funny white lotion on my legs, everyone started laughing (but only my cousin, Kyle, wanted to touch me). Everybody even helped me taste it. So confusing...Mommy and Daddy never let me taste the lotion they put on me after bath time. 
