I had my first birthday last week. On the 18th, I officially turned 1 year old! Mom and Dad hosted a nice party just for me. The gang at MLBlogs.com even put me on the homepage! Check me out:
I’m still getting used to the whole birthday thing, but I think I like it. People give you a party along with food and presents. I can get used to this. Dad had one recently when we went back to Maryland for his cousin’s wedding. They got him a fancy cake with the Rockies logo on it.
Mom got me this big comfy chair, kind of like the one Dad always sits in. Only mine has Elmo on it and I don’t need any help getting into it.
I got some other presents too, but they were all wrapped up. I think they wrapped them up so I’d have something to put in my mouth later. Wrapping paper is yummy and sops up drool surprisingly well. I tried to get Elmo to help, but he just sat there and watched.
I opened presents, played with my new toys and ate pizza, cheese and fruit. It was the perfect party. Mom even got me a special cake. It was a banana cream cheesecake.
It was really yummy. I ate almost the whole piece. The part I didn’t eat, I just smeared on my shirt for a late-night snack.
It was a great party. It even snowed on my special day.
I’m getting ready for Christmas. I’ve got my shopping done and most of my presents wrapped. Dad was supposed to give Santa my wish list. I hope he didn’t forget. I was crying so hard when I saw Santa a few weeks ago that I forgot to give it to him.
Santa, if you’re reading this, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for crying so hard. It’s nothing personal. It’s just that it was past my nap time and I was starting to get cranky. I’ve been a good boy this year. I hope you come see me soon!