BIRTHDAY PRESENTS!!
Okay, so it's not like The Despot is entirely reliant on hand-me-downs from Fruit Loop. He has had some new clothes of his own in his quickly-passing-me-by twelve months of life thus far. However, it is his lot in life, as the second-born of the same sex (and I don't think anyone would argue with me on this), to receive more hand-me-downs than anyone would care to know.
So: a birthday is always a great time for gifts. Mostly family is responsible for the good stuff. Mom and Dad, on the other hand? Well, here is what we gave The Despot on his 1st birthday:
*His one-year checkup at the pediatrician's, complete with two (just? only?) vaccinations, a thorough poking and prodding, a tongue depressor, and The Despot's absolutely certainty that THE WORLD WAS ENDING.
*His first haircut, wherein we made just so many futile attempts to keep the hair off of us and in some manageable collection elsewhere. (Towel? Floor? Random piles and tufts all over anyone within a 20-foot radius - because that's what ended up happening, as it would so happen. GO FIGURE.) I would post the before and after shots, but I don't know you well enough, internet.
*His first real, legitimate bite of sweets. And of chocolate. We celebrated with chocolate cupcakes. Which Fruit Loop and I totally neglected The Despot in his highchair by for which to make said cupcakes. To celebrate The Despot's birthday. Which he should have TOTALLY understood. But something about him being one and all, well... Anyway. So he was not happy with the whole preparation thing. And by the time it came to eating them - after his shots, after his traumatic haircut, at the end of the day when he was just done and ready to sleep - THEN we give him a chocolate cupcake.
And he was mildly interested. Mostly in smashing it to bits. He did eat one or two bites, then turned his head to the side, clamping his mouth shut and squinching up his eyes because WE WERE OBVIOUSLY TORTURING HIM BY EVEN SUGGESTING HE HAVE ANOTHER BITE OF CHOCOLATE SUGARY GOODNESS.
Whatever. He's one. What does he know?
So, anyway, the end of it is: tears. Birthday tears. But a momentous day nonetheless, one that he is too young to remember as not being an entirely happy day, (ah, the consolation of moms everywhere), and one that is already fading fast in the rearview mirror as he hurtles ahead to the next big thing in life. (Which, right now, could really be anything from more teeth to walking to not being obsessed with putting everything he finds on the floor in his mouth.)
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