Today, we celebrated with a handful of friends for a birthday brunch. Although it was partying on a small scale, there were still 8 children and 7 Mama's... in our tiny house. By any definition, it was chaos for a few hours. But it was fun. There was plenty of food and drink and laughter. AND another birthday cake. I made two cakes for Angus' 1st birthday, so thought I'd stick with tradition. Plus, everyone loves cake. This one was inspired by The Women's Weekly Animals birthday cakes book. I always use the term 'inspired', as my attempts often don't turn out looking much like the pretty picture in the book. This cake was no exception. It resembles a teddy bear... which it should... but he was all out of whack. I need to brush up on my cake making skills if I'm going to continue my 'home made' birthday cake tradition as the boys get older. It did taste nice though (although I will add, that Felix threw both pieces of my cakes on the floor, hmm!)
So my baby boy is 1. It has been a wild ride, this past year. It has flown by like a bullet train and at the same time, in parts, time has stood still. He is the most delightful little boy I could wish for. Strong, outgoing, loving and charming. I said to Scott yesterday, "I adore him even more than that first moment I laid eyes on him". This best describes how I feel right now. That magical moment when I first met both of my boys is etched in my memory forever. Those individual experiences are filled with so much love, I was certain I could never love them more. But I have... and I do. This morning, Felix woke crying at 2.30. I was tired, as per usual. I'd stumbled into bed around midnight, after completing the finishing touches for his little party today. Instead of feeling cranky and frustrated, I was only too happy to give him a cuddle in the wee hours. Let him snuggle deep, his chubby, warm body resting on mine. He is 1. This milestone is special. I'm going to enjoy it for all that it is. A year goes by in the blink of an eye.