I’m still not completely recovered from the day’s earlier excitement, but I managed to pull it together long enough to make a birthday dinner for my baby. (We had garlic-rosemary roast chicken and potatoes, and strawberry-rhubarb pie.)
Yes, he’s a year old today! Go Davy! It’s your birthday!
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I am the author of The Millennial Sword, an urban fantasy novel set in San Francisco, and two read-aloud picture books for kids, The Big Booger Bubble and Gail Murphy and the Piskies.
July 7th, 2011 at 1:20 pm
hey how did I miss EVERYTHING
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Happy birthday, wee Davy!! Lot of kisses for your little baby head! It’s gonna be a big year for you, little boy.
July 7th, 2011 at 1:45 pm
thankyew thankyew! I think he had a nice day, despite having no understanding of why we were all suddenly wearing silly hats.
Robin understood better, but not perfectly. “I love birthdays!” he cried. “Happy birthday, Davy! Happy birthday, mommy! Happy birthday, daddy!” We explained over and over that it was only Davy’s birthday, but Robin seemed to feel strongly that the experience should be shared.
July 7th, 2011 at 10:03 pm
Happy Birthday, Davy!
July 7th, 2011 at 10:04 pm
You’re SUPER cute! (Get it? Ha ha!)
July 8th, 2011 at 8:08 am
hee hee!