My Gavin turns one today. I’ve spent the last week or so thinking about how I wanted to approach this blog post. It’s a HUGE birthday. And a very bittersweet one for me as he’s my last baby ever. The caboose.

When I was pregnant with him, I remember people asking me how I felt about having five (FIVE!) kids. I would tell them {a little tongue-in-cheek} that at this point, I pretty much had it figured out. No worries, I got it. Gav made me a liar. After one whole year of being the mom to five (FIVE!) kids, I can confidently state,

“I have no idea what I’m doing. None.”

I’m pretty sure this is partly his fault. He’s smarter than an average, every day, run-of-the-mill, totally normal baby. He’s a thinker. With the introduction of any new-to-him experience, he goes really still and quiet. Sometimes only his eyeballs move. And then BAM! He’s got it all figured out and he’s trying to get the poker down from the fire tools. Or he’s trying to plug something into the wall. Or he’s just made it through the “baby proof” bars of the stair case and he didn’t die because you’ve got him by the ankle. Or he’s showing you that it doesn’t matter how far you scooch those glass jars back on the pantry shelf – he’ll find a way.


I don’t want to think about the implications of this as he gets older. For now, I’m slightly smarter and sometimes faster.

We started celebrating on Saturday with a trip to Salt Lake to have lunch and cake with my family.



Gavin had a blast with the cake. Even if it was a little bit “Wrecky“.


His first bite…


…at which point we realized that red and yellow frosting and a white shirt don’t mesh well. So naked it is!


We forgot to grab his chair, but since we’re awesome parents, we just let him up on the table.


After the kiddos had their piano lessons, we picked up a few things at the grocery store just to get us through the weekend and then we left for home.

On Sunday, Lars’s parents came up for Dunch (our version of a late lunch/early dinner) and some more treats and singing of the Happy Birthday Song. I didn’t want to do cake again so I made some Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies and we stuck a candle in it. And how awesome is my little guy? He’s spent his whole life watching me blow on the fire in the mornings to get it going and it TOTALLY paid off for his birthday. He’s my only baby to actually blow out a candle on the first birthday.


Happy first birthday, Gavin!



One comment on “One.

  1. Grandpa says:

    Fun times for sure!

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