He's happy as can be.
My chubby little Baby Cavan is all growed up. He turned one year old yesterday.
We celebrated at home with cupcakes... although the older two wanted to go to Chuck-E-Cheese. You know, to "celebrate."
I don't "do" Chuck-E-Cheese.
I do do sarcasm, though.
Cavan seemed quite content with our choice.
Cullen kept "helping" him with the icing, since we were making him wait to get his own cupcake until after we had taken plenty of pictures of Chubs enjoying one.
Cavan reeeeeeeeally liked his cupcake.
That statement doesn't surprise anyone who has seen him eat.
Once the cake was gone, he was actually using the fingers of one hand to scrape icing off the fingers of the other hand... to make sure he got every bit of icing he was owed.
He probably should have tried scraping it off his fat little cheekies!
"Awwww, Cavan. You'll get more cake at your party next weekend!"
Although I don't think he'll want to wait that long.
I can't believe my teeny tiny little baby is one year old.
It seems like we just brought him home yesterday, and yet feels like he's always been a part of our lives.
My sweet little baby boy, I love you!