Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!

These were the words the nurse said when Christian finally made his appearance, a year ago tonight! And i have been finding myself repeating them all day today.
I sang the actual "Happy Birthday" song to him while changing his diaper this morning, and at the end i tagged on... "and many mooooore...", to which he responded with the sign for "more". . . b/c he heard me say the word. It was a precious moment in time that i think i will remember forever. That, and the way he ate his cake tonight. We got a million pictures but they're all on Gramsy's camera-- hopefully will post tomorrow--
I attempted to make a car cake, and happened to leave it on the cooling rack to frost and decorate. This ended up being the best part, as Christian made the rack "vroooom" back and forth in front of him on the table. It was hysterical. I wanted the cake to be somewhat healthy-- so i used whole wheat flour, bananas for sweetness, and threw in some raisins and craisins. The frosting was cream cheese whipped with real maple syrup. I used raisins for the tires, craisins for the headlights, and little chocolate covered sunflower seeds (w/a red candy shell) for the racing stripe. So he got to pick at the parts of the cake that he loved the most, then wipe the frosting off by the fingerfull. When he finally got a piece of the cake, it was too rock hard (way to go health nut!) to eat, so he just gnawed on it happily (good for those incoming teeth!).
It was a wonderful memory, and so special for the grandparents to share.
I tried to put him to bed, but it's now after 9pm and he's still up -- playing with legos! must be all that natural sugar! :)
My goals for today were to bake and decorate the cake, write my baby boy a birthday letter, and count up the number of words he can say to record in his baby book. I didn't get to the letter yet, but perhaps if i get it done tomorrow, it will still count.
I think i may fall asleep before he does at this point--
with sweet memories of my little blue eyed bundle, 7 lbs 5 oz and 22 in. long, 9:56pm.
The baby year is over. forever. There is a little piece of me that is sad. I am sure this year will be filled with just as much wonder. . . but my baby is gone... he's become a walking, talking, vrooming, teething toddler. In some ways it went fast, in other ways it seems like a long year. I am so thankful for it all. And for each moment I got to take in and hold in my heart. I will treasure it always. Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!