The baby is no longer a baby. He is a whole year old! He has tripled in weight and is 50% longer than he was when he was born. He can walk if someone is holding his hand and he is busy busy busy all day long, putting things in containers and taking them back out again. He loves to explore new things, and he loves to fling, especially ravioli. He is a great eater – he eats all kinds of vegetables, and as much of his mama's home-made bread as she will feed him. Ice cream is his favorite thing EVER.
He babbles and sings quite a bit, and I swear he has invented his own language that only he understands, but he has not uttered an English or Czech word yet. I'm pretty sure that first word will be "kitty". We're buddies like that.
Peter had a lovely birthday on Tuesday, fielding calls and opening presents from several admirers. Ok, from grandparents and other grand-relatives. Peter and Erika had lunch at the beach with Julia and little Jonah, and Peter got to play in the sand and the water in unseasonable 85-degree weather. The highlight of his day was flinging a new birthday block out of an open apartment window and watching mommy run down to retrieve it. Or maybe it was flinging the cell phone out of the open apartment window and watching mommy run REALLY FAST downstairs to retrieve it. (It was still functional.) The windows stayed closed after that, despite the heat. The grand finale was the chocolate cupcake (his first), which he ate all by himself with predictable results.
The rest of his week has not been so great, with 3 or 5 teeth pushing their way through, a terrible snotty cold, AND his one-year shots at the doctor's office, but the big birthday party is tomorrow, with all of his little toddler friends at the playground and MORE chocolate cupcakes, so we'll end his first week of being One on a good note.
Next week: Peter's First Moussaka! Or, whatever happened to the 13-pound leg of lamb that Erika roasted for Easter?
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