My little boy is one.
I’ve posted some photos from his real birthday, as well as the little celebration we had after church on Sunday. Jared, Andrea, and their four boys had dinner with us and helped to make it a special day. Jameson enjoyed the company of the four boys, and of course, Jared. He loves Jared.
As we were all getting situated for dinner, I grabbed a banana that I intended to give to Jameson, and then, in an effort to keep him happy while I did the hostess thing, I sat him in his high chair with the banana. A few minutes later, I checked on him — and he had managed to split the peel and was sucking banana out through the opening. Umm, oops. I definitely wasn’t thinking of giving him that much banana! He, however, was having the time of his life, doing his best to tear into that thing. It was definitely the safest approach to banana consumption that I’ve ever seen (and someone tell Dad that I made sure an remotely large chunks were immediately whisked away.)
Needless to say, he was a banana-disaster by the end. His shirt was covered because he wasn’t wearing a bib — since, A) I didn’t intend for him to feed himself and B) I don’t even own one yet! Oh well!
Along those lines, we did give him a little sliver of cake, although most of the frosting was whisked away as well. While he enjoyed the thrill of feeding himself, I think it’ll be awhile before he has any more cake — or any dessert, for that matter. He’s definitely not interested in making any drastic changes to his breast milk diet — and birthday cake is certainly not going to become his second primary food!
So, sorry for the “Dear Diary: This morning I brushed my teeth…” sort of post, but, well, you know.
You know. It’s been a long week, and you know. Sometimes bed wins out.