Nearly Walking

Our little man is already over a year old. His Uncle Mike and Aunt Kassio were gracious enough to host the party in Spokane so that both sides of the family could help him celebrate.

Below is mom presenting the ceremonial cupcake. He didn't quite know what to do with it, especially since he'd never been served food with a flame on top of it.

With everyone crowded around, Ian took the opportunity to regale us with an impassioned speech about the life lessons he'd like to impart on his family from his vast 12 months of life.

Towards the end of the speech, he pounded his fist in demanding social justice for those oppressed with cold wipes during diaper changes.

With the speech out of the way, the party was afoot. And you can't have a party without a silly hat. Ian donned his and quickly declared, "It's good to be the king."

He then enjoyed the most delicious paper plate ever.

Ian was flying from the top of the sugar high, but we forgot to warn him about the crash that quickly follows.

Within three minutes Grandma had him sound asleep, so all is well that ends well.

Once we returned to Snoqualmie, we were able to complete Ian's final photo shoot. And I think he was a little excited about it.

Ian and Dad enjoyed Gonzaga's victory over Florida St. together. And by "enjoyed," we mean having a heart attack while yelling at the TV as an 18 point lead nearly slips away.

"Ha ha. Daddy's loud."

Finally, the below captures why you don't drink milk and drive your wagon. When not hopped up on organic whole milk, Ian is nearly walking. He can take up to about 10 steps before he's back to crawling. As he stumbles along, our life as we know it is very close to taking a giant leap forward. Pretty sure we're not ready for a walking toddler yet.