The Kid Turns One

Month that is.

He has no concept of time.

Contemporary parenting philosophy has told us that we are supposed to mark this most sacred and totally awesome occasion by throwing some sort of lavish soiree, but Athanasius doesn't care for crab puffs and really, who ever heard of a soiree without crab puffs? Maybe a gala, but not a soiree. So we settled for taking pictures of him in the first of 12 onesies our friends got us before he clawed his way...before he was born.

This was as excited as he got.

The Little Prince chose to spend his day sleeping, pooping, and eating without having to move a muscle. For you and I that sounds almost like paradise (the pooping might raise some serious and valid questions) but for the kid this was just another day. So really he did nothing. It's like he didn't even realize he should be eating crab puffs.

His face when I told him there was no shrimp cocktail either.