You turned ONE this past week. Holy smokes. What does that mean? It means time flies, it means your mother and I survived our first year of parenthood and you’ve survived all of one year! To commemorate the occasion, we wanted to do a cake smash (for non-parents who are not aware of the cultural phenomena known as a “cake smash”, it is paying a photographer to capture the moment where little fists wreak havoc on a cake).
Because of your allergies, your mom wracked her brain for days to come up with a cake that you could eat and shove into your mouth. She literally spent an entire Saturday afternoon just testing out making fondant-shaped buildings and those precious afternoons are all the time she has to herself these days. She ultimately settled on a coconut cream cake covered in sprinkles, but unfortunately you were not in the mood for smashing cake. You instead looked disgusted by this entire celebratory event.
As I alluded to in a recent letter, milestone dates tend to be as much for reflection as it is celebration to me. I often like to take a moment and recall the first five things that come to my mind in the past year because I believe it means they have some sort of significance to me:
- You were born and while your mom was waiting to go in labor (she’d argue she was actually in labor), I went out to the department store to buy myself a memory foam pillow I don’t even use. The hospital was cold, and I slept at home the first couple of days while you and your mom stayed at the hospital. Dad-of-the-year material, I know.
- We went on a family vacation to Gran Canaria which went very smoothly and was a lot of fun, particularly when you’re chilling there in a zebra suit.
- You were one heavy MF and it broke down my body and your mom’s. I had probably 15 sessions with some combination of an osteo, a physical therapist, and an acupuncturist. Your mom just solidered her way through it. No competition here on who has more grit!
- Your mom made the ultimate sacrifice for you this year by cutting out all her favorite foods due to your allergies. We have such a hard time going out to eat that it is like planning an expedition.
- You are such a sweet and funny funny kid. Everything you do either makes your mom and I laugh, melt, or both. In particular, I’ll remember your mannerisms, your bear crawl, your babbling/signing, and your “cry cry cry until you in my arms followed by a heh heh look at the other person”.
Happy birthday, son.