Our little fawn is officially one year old.
We celebrated last week with some carrot cake, his first cold and a concussion. I can remember the night I went into labor with him as if it was yesterday, and I know I ALWAYS say that, but it is so true. We watched Goodfellas and timed contractions and Brendan thought I was faking it until I finally told him to get the car packed up and called my mom at 12:30am. It was the first time I ever went into labor on my own. We got to the hospital in the middle of the night and he arrived at 7:44am. Chubby and soft and ready for cuddling.
How can the newborn from just one short year ago suddenly be this big guy?
Following tradition we piled up on the porch steps for a group birthday shot, and I know that it might seem silly to everyone in the moment, but it is going to be awesome to look back at these over the coming years. Everyone is changing way too fast. As I sat to edit this, I started thinking about how next fall when we take Oisín's birthday picture Finn will be away at college! Good thing we have a ton of other birthdays before then.
I ran out of carrots while making this cake. Fortunately one of my lovely neighbors had a few to spare. Then as I was trying to get the batter mixed a nurse from Maija's high school called to say he thought she might have a concussion. Fortunately her grandpa was able to run right over and pick her up from school and then Brendan came home from work early to take her to the doctor while I shuttled around for afternoon school pickups. She totally does have a concussion too, poor thing.
Once all the running around was done, there was nothing left to do except frost the cake (thank you Ruari for playing with baby so I could quickly turn the cream cheese into sugary goodness) and then sing happy birthday. The singing made him cry, but he seemed to enjoy the cake.
I've probably already told you plenty of times, but we are just in love with this baby boy of ours. Over the moon in fact.