Paigey Paige, I don't know how you are actually a year old. You still seem so small and such a baby! You snuggle so much, and demand "ma-ma-ma" almost any time you see me. You scoot around on your belly and chase your sister and try to steal her stuffed animal babies and her kitty cat sippy cup. You think we've got this great game going, where all you have to do is point to your nose, or mouth, or sometimes ear and we'll all holler and clap for you. You hardly want to sit any more - you love holding on to our fingers and walking around. Playing on the bed with Daddy and Charlotte is another favorite game. You've started trying to dive-bomb out of my arms whenever you see the blue wagon. You L.O.V.E Charlotte.
We had two different birthday parties, one at the lakehouse and one at Oma's house. You knew just what to do and what you wanted - the icing. You really could not have cared less about the cake. Either cake.
The first birthday cake was strawberry with cream cheese icing. Look at all those sweet faces while enjoying the icing.
I finally got a bit bored watching you lick icing off of your fingers and smashed your hand into the cake (so you'd get the idea that there was cake underneath). You flexed your cake-covered fingers a few times, then went right back to the icing.
We all got in there and tried showing you how delicious the cake was - I fed you some, Daddy fed you some, even Charlotte fed you some! You didn't really care.
Gigi had just put cousin Carter up there to have some cakey fun when I guess you got sleepy and started rubbing your eyes. And that was the end of cake eating, at least for the little kids. The grown ups had a cake of their own - there wasn't much left of yours!
