A little guy got his very own icecream on the actual day of his birthday. We are so blessed to have walkable everything here. So we walked (or rather rode in the stroller) to the ice cream stand. Oh what fun he had making a mess of his vanilla soft serve.
Hand rolled candles by the children and books we read for the week made a great display for the cupcakes.
His birthday party was simple... with family,
and godmother and priest. (We miss you godfather who now lives in New Zealand!)
He was not fond of a birthday hat and just picked at his "smash cake".
But we all had fond memories of last year. It was such a delightful birth in every way. Our family has been so blessed with his presence.
And he told us all about "woof woof".
And said "oo" when he opened his gifts.
Now we are holding on tight to our little guy who doesn't seem to want to stop.
Happy Birthday baby boy! May God grant you many happy years.