It’s my role as the mother to take copious amounts of photos to document a simple day which shall live on in history. Cliche, yes, but considering scrapbooking has found its wayto the internet these days, here’s the entry on Eliot’s first birthday (only three months late).
We decided on a simple picnic at the park with hotdogs, close friends, splashpads, and a cakesmash. It was a “smashing” success. Except not really…Eliot didn’t get the concept of smashing, but if anyone wants to coin the phrase “poking success” I’m sure that would apply.
First time experiencing the baby addiction that is Cheetos puffs.
It was a hit!
This was after two hotdogs.
Birthday hats, of course.
“I’m supposed to do what?”
“Smash, you say?”
“What is this, anyway?”
“Oh, it’s good!”
“Eating cake is serious business. I’m not going to smash it on my face and waste precious icing!”
“I had better save a sample for the lab so that I can learn how to recreate this delicious substance.”
Happy Birthday, my little love!