Carl's First Birthday

Today my baby is one whole year old! This is what we did to celebrate:

1. We had Danishes for breakfast. OK, I didn't have one; I don't like them. But Mother Johnson brought some from her hotel and the boys devoured them.

2. I measured Carl. He weighs almost 18 pounds and is 29 inches long. That means he has gained 10 pounds this year and grown 8 inches.

3. I dressed Carl in bran-new clothes. He had a onesie from Grandma (Berg) that said "MY FIRST BIRTHDAY". I figured he had better wear it today or it wouldn't see much use.

4. We went to the park and I pushed Carl on the swings for as long as he wanted.

5. He ate sweet potatoes (a favorite) and had a cup of milk--cow's milk!--for lunch.

6. He watched the end of a movie with Mother Johnson and I after his nap.

7. He played in the sandbox.

8. We walked half a mile to the pizza parlor and then had pizza for dinner when we got home.

9. Soren and I opened his presents for him while he played with the ribbons and paper. He got Winnie the Pooh books and dolls (from Grandma and Grandpa), two new movies (from Nan and Poppy), crib sheets (from Mom and Dad), a bath toy (from Mother and Father Duede), and two new board books (from Mother Johnson).

10. We sang happy birthday (along with a musical candle that Mother Johnson brought) and ate chocolate cake. Carl really dug into that cake.

Happy birthday, Sweet Pea!

Comments

Hannah said…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARL!!! Sounds like a great day!!!

August 23, 2010 at 3:35 PM

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