We Survived One Year!!!

The babies are turning one this month, which means we all survived! I am sure that I have far fewer brain cells than I did a year ago; I am also sure that one year ago I never saw the babies coming. At this very moment I am a bit too tired to go into a long post, but rest assured, the pictures capture the day.


Due to a misunderstanding between me and mom, cake abounded. We ended up with one sheet cake and eighteen cupcakes. I froze a dozen cupcakes, you know, just so I can eat that yummy crisco filled frosting and cupcake whenever my heart pleases. The other 6 have been devoured since Saturday. Yes, in two days all 6 are gone.

Micah ate


and ate


and ate.


The funny thing about those pictures is that Micah is the neatest eater ever. She uses her excellent skills to pick up one tiny piece of food at a time. She puts that one tiny piece of food in her mouth so as to not make a mess. She is a bit of a chipmunk with her food...meaning, she stores it up in her cheeks...for up to 30 min at a time. But that is beside the point. Even with all the storing of food she is rarely messy. She can easily wear the same outfit all day and after eating, she only needs a quick wiping of her hands and mouth. Obviously that went out the window at the sight of cake. She is a girl after my own heart.

Jeremiah, sporting his new big boy haircut, was none too thrilled with the cake. Like Micah, this too is contrary to his normal eating behavior. Usually he goes through 3-4 outfits a day and requires a sponge bath after each meal. He grabs fist fulls of food and slathers it across his face with the hopes of 1/4 of it actually making it into his mouth. The food in his lap at the end of each meal could feed another child. Instead, it feeds the dog. Any frosting that ended up on his face was due to 1) his daddy who thought it would be funny to stick it in his face, and 2) the writhing and squirming he did while in the high chair meant that his hands and arms would of course brush up against the mounds of frosting on his plate. He wasn't having any of it!



Somewhere in there I hear "Mom, take a picture of me eating cake!"


And, just for laughs, Micah's final picture of the day. Someone at the party actually asked me if I was aware that Micah was combing her hair with cake. It was that bad.


Just in case you need a closer look at the mess: