Lark dismantled the title of Baby Of The Family when he was born, weighing a solid 12 pounds. Hours after he was born, John was googling gigantism. During my pregnancy, I would ask my friend if I was going to have another 10 pound baby, to which she always jokingly said, "no-he's going to be 12 pounds." We would laugh because we thought it wasn't possible.
And here we are. One year later we have a big, happy boy. On Saturday we had a little brunch with our family to celebrate him and to give him cake. He liked the attention and received it well.
He had one little overwhelming moment when we gathered in a semi-circle around him. (Just like Burl did at his first birthday.) He hid his face in John's neck, but came right back out when he saw his cake with candle.
He dug into his cake and enjoyed it to the max.
Then, we opened gifts. By WE, I mean WE. He had a lot of help opening and playing with his toys, and he loved them almost as much as his cake:
We could all tell a little bit of difference with him. He new that he was getting some special attention and he responded with open-mouth, tongue-twirled smiles. We tried to get a family picture, and how poignant that with four children, this is the best we got...
It was a sweet morning for our sweet boy-we all know what it is to love a child, and celebrating them comes easy.
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