Most people count their birthday as one of their favorite days of the year. I'm sure mine will remain for me, but I think that Johan's birthday is even better. I mean, I don't remember being born. I do, however,remember Johan being born and the anniversary of his birth is a great time to reminisce and reflect on how he's grown and changed (and also how I have grown and changed).
Johan had a lovely first birthday. We got up and had breakfast together. His party was at 2 in the afternoon- I planned it for non-lunch/dinner hours so that it would be short and less likely to cause Johan to have a meltdown.
Our tiny living room was filled with close to 40 people, and another 10 or so kids playing in the basement. I opened most of Johan's cards and gifts (no duplicates; lots of cool stuff, especially musical instruments, a lady bug "motorcycle," some high-quality shoes that have improved Johan's steadiness and walking exponentially). Johan played with Ruby and hid in the hallway with Grandma Lund.
After gifts came cake. Chocolate. Pictures forthcoming.
Johan did great until about 3:30 at which time he reached the point of too much birthday and we politely invited our guests to leave.
After the crowds cleared out, he had some time to enjoy his new toys and scooting around in his new shoes. This was followed by dinner with a small group of family where Johan sat next to his great-grandma, which (hopefully) saved me from months of her bitching about how she barely got to see him on his birthday and she never sees us anyway and how he'll probably be in college before she spends any time with him...Riiight.
When we got home from dinner, the sugar set in. Johan was very tired, but rather than having a minor meltdown, he rolled around on the basement floor and laughed. Because that's what 1-year-olds do.
Johan is now 1 year and 1 day, and no worse for wear. He is enjoying his new toys, and we are struggling to get the last remnants of chocolate cake crumbs out of his nose.
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