One year can sure go by really, really fast.

Then: 9lbs 9oz, 23 inches long

Now: 26lbs 1oz, 32 inches long.

These two poor clueless people had no idea what had just hit them.

This became very apparent at 1:30am on the night Griff was born, when he started crying inconsolably, and we hit the nurse call button in a panic because nothing we did seemed to help. He was four hours old, and so were his parents, really.

Luckily, he survived his first year, despite our total bumbling ineptitude. And I think we’ve gotten a little bit better at cheering him up since then!

For example, these birthday carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting nutritious vegetable breakfast muffins with calcium-packed dairy-based topping seemed to put him in a good mood!

And there’s nothing like a little sock-waving to start the day right.

Griff even tolerated his birthday crown for upwards of 5 minutes while opening a few of his gifts. (The rest will wait til this weekend when his grandparents and Aunt Beanie come visit.)

(Yes, I now realize that the birthday crown makes him look kinda like a bishop. Next year I’ll design something a tad less unintentionally episcopal. )

Of course, the wrapping is fun to play with, too.

It’s also fun to landscape the yard. (Definitely more fun than 3 injections and a finger stick at the doctor’s office.)

Rake Boy is determined!

After a good Irish dinner of corned beef and cabbage (that’s Mommy’s, er, “special” beverage)…

…it’s time for some birthday ice cream, and then bed.

Happy First Birthday, little guy!