I'm late in posting about Grayson's birthday party, mainly because I'm in denial about the big'un being a year old now. And he's like 2 minutes away from walking, and he wore jeans for the first time this week, and he looks like a little boy and not a baby anymore. While all this is joyous, it's a bit depressing for the momma. (I don't really know why I included the jeans thing there; it was just a momentous occassion for us, I guess.) I remember exactly when he was born a year ago. Just like it was yesterday. And I know that each year that memory will get a little more faded, just like it has with Abby. And while I will have tons of new memories to fill that void, it's just not the same.
Anyway, enough melancoly for one day, on to the pictures!
Abby helped Grayson blow out the candle. Notice how he is eyeing the cupcake.
Going in for the kill...
"Hmmmm, looks pretty tasty..."
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
"Now, if I could just get this whole hand in my mouth, we'd be in business."
"I think I have chocolate up my nose, but I must finish the job. All about dedication, people."