Well, it happened. I turned one. Mommy is still calling me a baby not a toddler since I'm her last baby and I'm not walking. Yet!

I learned that birthdays mean SUGAR! Last week we went to some lady's house by our house and she took pictures of me in a new t-shirt and of me in a dipe eating cake. I've never been able to get that messy before and it was wonderful. We don't have the pictures back from the lady yet, but I've included a sneak peek below.

I had a party at My Gym on Saturday and I got more cake. I love cake! I LOVED the ball pit. That made me giggle. I refused to ride the swing though. I don't like those. I was really happy my little friends were able to join me.

Aunt Kat, Aunt Jenny, and Uncle Balex came to see me all the way from Pittsburgh.

My buddy John Martin also turned one. We have the same birthday. Our Mommys had adjoining rooms at the hospital.

I have my 12 month well visit tomorrow. We are excited to get my official height and weight. 

I'm looking forward to learning to walk soon. One is going to be even more fun than zero!

Sweet one year old.

Gym party kick-off.

Alden celebrated his one year anniversary as Big Bro.

Trent loves ball pits.

Cake paparazzi.

Cake tastes wonderful!