My George turned one on December 21st. One?!
My mom threw him a Crayola themed birthday bash. My cousin decorated this awesome cake.We ate spaghetti, sang happy birthday, and honored our tradition of having guests sign a birthday book.
The Day the Crayons Quit fit the theme. It's so cute and hilarious.
Party favors, colorful wine corks for the adults and crayon boxes for the children, hung on the little fake Christmas tree in my parents' kitchen. My mom is so clever.
It goes without saying that we are total nuts for George. He is the sweetest, easiest baby. He hangs right in there with his brother and sister. He loves a hug, hates a bath.
I'm a firm believer that it takes a full year to reach your new normal after having a baby. And it has been no different with George. This past year I have had to change the way I do things, lower my standards and expectations, ask for help, give up hobbies, live with the mess, almost stop blogging, say no, eat carbs, go to bed earlier, not proof read texts or e-mails, shop less, cook less, and clean less. Heck, we even started eating frozen pizza again. And it is well with my soul.
Happiest birthday to our bundle!
Thank you Jesus for our little George.