Hello!
This entry marks the beginning of my voyage into the second year of life! Can you believe that I am one year and 8 days old? It seems like I have been doing this website my whole life (hardy har har)!
News Flash! Not only am I a full 53 weeks and one day old, I also have a tiny tooth! I use it to eat french fries, popcorn, and tortillas. I also like to click it on the bottom of my spoons and I like to chew on Mommy's ears when she lets me. When I do that she calls it kissing, but I think that it feels good on my sore gums. Today at Target, I managed to eat a bit of popcorn at the store. What I didn't eat I squealed and threw in the aisles. Mommy didn't like that too much, but I think that buttered popcorn is my new favorite food/toy.
I had a great birthday! The day before, I was given an early present-my tooth! On Saturday, my actual birthday, we spent baking cookies and pulling weeds. At 4:18pm exactly, Mommy and Daddy sang "Happy Birthday" to me. At 4:20pm, I was asleep. turning one is very hard work. From what I hear, Mommy spent the next hour on the phone with Nana, lamenting the fact that I am no longer her baby. That's right; I'm a man!
I had a birthday party on May 27th. There were lots of people there and we had a cookout with hot dogs and hamburgers. Mommy made a special cake, but it scared me some. It was on fire at one point and then people made lots of noise and blew on it. I didn't like that at all. Why would you light a cake on fire and then blow your germs on it? I think that I will email my Auntie Brenda McClendon and ask her sometime soon... Anyway, I didn't want to touch it or eat it so I cried anytime it was pushed toward me. Finally, Daddy made me eat some. It really wasn't so bad, but I haven't gone out of my way to eat anymore of it. I gave the leftovers to Nana. She protects me. I got lots of presents at my party. However, just because my birthday is over, don't let that stop anyone from sending me a belated gift. I know that several people wanted to get me something, but just didn't have time, right???
This month has been a tad more difficult than others. Early on, I caught the stomach flu and gave it to Daddy, Nana, my baby sitter, and even Mommy (who was also recovering from her latest chemo treatment). Then I caught pink eye and gave it to Daddy and Mommy. Then Daddy caught a cough and sore throat and gave it to me, which evolved into an ear infection. Add to that the stress to turning into a little man and sprouting a tooth and you can see that I am extremely exhausted. I am also referred to as the "little germ carrier" now. Mean old Nana...
Well, it's time for bed. I go to bed later now that I am mature. Also, Mommy and Daddy aren't letting me share a bed with them anymore. There have been thunderstorms at night, but they won't come rescue me from my lonely room when I cry. I guess it's a good thing that I am a big, strong, strapping man now. Uh Oh, I hear thunder....
Until next month,
Evan "I finally got a tooth" Beggs
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Sunday, June 3, 2007
Chocolate Cake is very very scary
Posted by Evan B. at 9:12 PM 0 comments
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