Happy 1st birthday to Robbie!

July 27, 2009, Robbie's 1st birthday. He seemed to really enjoy being the center of attention and Jack and Ellie fought over who got to help with what. All in all, a great day!

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Love, Robbie

Allow my mama to translate:

My mom just let me bang on the keyboard without complaining. She said it was important to let me express myself on my birthday. Let's see. One year old. I'm feeling it. I'm kind of figuring out this walking stuff that everyone else is doing. Daddy says everyone gets to be bipedal at some point, so I'm trying to keep up with everyone else in the family. But why does Jimmy walk on four feet? Will he be lonely when I give up crawling all together. Hmmm.

I don't remember a lot about my first few months, although Mommy says I was a very good new baby. She says she wished she would have had this blog for when Jack and Ellie were smaller. All my milestones are recorded here and she just has to remember theirs. I'm a lucky baby. She must love me more.

(Mama's note: That isn't true. I'm just a poor journaler and for some reason, this works for me.)

I'm not really sure what my name is, but in the past year I've answered to any/all of the following: Mouse Bread, Small, Smally, Robbie, Robert, Robert H., Little, Teensy, Tiny, Buddy, Little Buddy, Baby, Sweet Boy, Robin, Ribbit Robert and although I think my mother HATES this one, Baby Bob. People said that a lot when I was first born until her temper tantrums stopped them in their tracks. I love my mommy. I love her so much that when I was six months old, I decided she couldn't live without me sleeping right by her side. I convinced her of this through an entire month of screaming and sleeping for 15 minute snippets until she carried me to her bed and now it's our bed. I know she loves to have me there. I'm very warm and snugly and I smell very nice. She doesn't mind being squished to the edge of the bed every night or having me wake her up at 5 a.m. because I want to eat. She loves me.

(Mama's note: I do love him. I will love him even more when I figure out how to get him to sleep in his own bed without the incumbent HOURS of screaming. He is warm and snugly. But so is his dad, and I can warm my feet on him. Can't do that on the small model.)

We had a few rough months where my mommy was not happy that I had problems going poopy. Really, it wasn't fun for me either. We got to see lots of doctors and eat lots of different foods, but fortunately, everything seemed to work itself out. I finally started gaining weight and my mama and daddy are very very happy that I've worked myself into the 10th percentile for my weight. What? You think that's small? Well, three months ago, I wasn't even on the chart, so 10th percentile is pretty good, thank you very much.

I like to do all sorts of things. Play in the dog food for starters. I like to pop a piece in my mouth then throw hand fulls of it in the water and then splash it all together before my mama catches me. I like to pull all the pans and lids from the cupboard and bang on them. I like to throw things. My binky, my toys, my food off my high chair. Jimmy always looks so hungry, and I really, really want to share. I love to eat watermelon and noodles and oatmeal. I love the feeling of mushy food on my head, which brings me to my lack of hair. I'm not really bothered by it, but my dad is quite worried that I will never have any. I guess I have some because people are always asking what color it will be. My mom says something about "Maybe blonde, maybe strawberry blonde." I don't really care. I will just be excited not to have to wear the hats she always sticks on my head. I like to eat the dirt in the garden, although mama always gets upset at me when I do. I like to jump on the trampoline with Jack and Ellie. I like to steal Ellie's binky. That never makes her happy. Jack is very nice and kisses me all the time and calls me a cute baby. Until I knock his towers over or wreck his train tracks or get into his crayons.

Lately, I've started to figure out this book thing my mama does. Bedtime is not just about screaming. If I'm polite and grunt and hold it up, she will READ me my favorite book, "Baby Einsteins Touch and Feel Baby Animals." I love that fuzzy yellow chick and that prickly hedgehog. I can make all sorts of sounds and my mama loves my funny laugh and the funny noises I make deep in the back of my throat.

(Mama note: Honestly, I wish I could figure out how to post videos, because that sound is hysterical.)

And today my mama and daddy gave me this amazing sweet stuff. They call it cake. I didn't really know what was going on. We had some sort of noodle for dinner (Mama note: Baked ziti and watermelon, his favorites.) and I was happy to play. I wasn't too happy when they put me back at the table, but there was a cake with a frog on it and a fire stick. I tried to grab it but my mama grabbed me. Then Ellie and Jack helped blow the candle out and I grabbed it and no one stopped me. Oh sweetness! I cried when mama took the candle away, but then she gave me a piece of cake and I forgave her. Amazing. I want more. Now.

I don't get the tearing paper off boxes bit, but Jack and Ellie were excited to help. I was excited to go to bed and be done with my first year.

The question is, what can I get into tomorrow to kick off year two?

(Mama note: Anything he can. What a super cute, bald, smiley little kid. So glad Heavenly Father whispered to me when Ellie was two-weeks-old that there was a little boy waiting for me. My life wouldn't be complete without him.)