Party Number 2 For Birthday Number 1

It is tradition in my Mommy's family for people to have two birthday parties. One on their actual Birthday with family, and then another one earlier or later with their friends. I am not going to complain about having two parties. Two days for everyone to be focused on me, why not.
I was too excited for the party to start that I started unwrapping presents before people had even arrived. The sound of paper shredding, sigh.

I even got a whole other cake. An ice cream cake to boot!

I was trying to be a little bit more reserved this time.

But decided against that.

Michelle enjoying a bit of ice cream herself, yeah, I consider her one of my friends.

It was sooooooooo good.

I did enjoy it it quite a bit. Good thing I don't have to wear my 1st Birthday shirt again. I am not sure that even Spray and Wash can repair it. But it was so fun and so good. It was so awesome to have so many friends come over and celebrate my first year. Thank You All SOOOO Much!!!

The Big 1!!!

Tonight I had my First Birthday Party. I was just me and the Family. Daddy's Brother and his family came over and we Celebrated! It was the perfect way to end the day of continuous celebration with Mommy, Michelle, and Michelle's nurse. I had them sing three different versions of Happy Birthday at least 492 times to me, but whose counting. Having a entire day that is all about me, AWESOME!!!

The Birthday Card my fabulous sister handmade for me.

All the Gifts spread out on the table. They just sat there all day, taunting me.

Here I am beginning the ritual of opening the presents.

See the blur of the wrapping paper? Oh yes, I am that quick.Michelle getting caught opening a present.

Who isn't happy on their birthday?

When Daddy brought out the cake and started toward me, WOW!

Just us, the incredible foursome.

And the cake destroying begins. Now I will warn you, if you have a sensitive stomach, STOP here. The pictures that follow, may be too much for you.

In the beginning, there was a beautiful piece of chocolate cake.

Innocent beginnings. Again I warn you, this is nothing compared to the carnage that will soon follow.

I was rather surprised by the fact that I was beginning to make a rather large mess, and no one was stopping me. In fact they were encouraging me.

Oh so yummy!!!

So does it qualify as a Cake Wreck, if I wreck it after Mommy made it?

I was so glad Mommy would make me this yummy of a cake that I tried to share a bite with her. She didn't want any, wonder why?
Overall, it was a pretty good First Birthday. Come to think of it, I don't know of any possible way it could have been better.

A Year Ago Today

A year ago today, I became The Big Sister. A year ago today, I was separated from my parents for the longest time in my whole life. A year ago today, the world stop revolving around me. A year ago today, I finally got to meet my trusty sidekick and best buddy. Here is to your great first year Ryker-Boy.
Happy First Birthday Ryker!

Halloween Craftiness

It is definitely Fall. The cold crisp air, the leaves changing colors, the random outbreaks of the flu (sorry, when your parents are crazy germaphobes . . . uh, yeah.) But one thing that is awesome about fall is that since we are now having to spend more time at home inside, we now have Craft Time!

Here I am with some super amazing cousins who just happened to love me so much as to come visit me. I love family, sigh.

I LOVE crafting!

The book that inspired our desire to draw a bunch of pumpkins.

And we bought some of these.

Our first attempt included drawing on them with markers, but we found out there are few problems with markers . . .

His mother is a horticulturist, but I think the term is green thumb, not blue finger.

Oh dear, the blueness is spreading! At least my Mommy does pay attention to somethings and made sure to buy the "Most Washable." What did Ryker get to do while we were all crafty . . . fend for himself on the floor. But don't you worry, my aunt cheered him up with a little treat called "Candy Corn." Yummy!
But today, during play doh time, I made my best Fall Craft with Daddy. Play Doh Pumpkins. I can't wait to see what else we will do.

Surgery Number 10

I am the type of person that doesn't want to miss out on anything. Even though I have had plenty of experiences in the OR, I have been feeling bad that there are some surgeries that are commonplace that I haven't experienced yet. So I worked my magic and got one minor ear infection that caused my middle ear to be filled with fluid. Tympanostomy Tubes for me, please. I had this procedure done last week and if you had seen how my parents were fretting, well you know what they are like. So of course to prevent my mother from going into a crazy hysterical fit I allowed her to take a multitude of pictures to chronicle this event. Here I am ready to go. I have on my super comfy sweat pants and my Game Day Jersey. Why the Jersey you may ask? It makes me feel TOUGH (deeply manly voice followed by some manly grunting).

My wagon full of my gear. You may also be wondering why we had to bring all my equipment for a normally simple/easy procedure. I am me, and if you aren't prepared I will throw you through a loop. Really, I like to make sure everyone knows that preparation is the key.

In my carseat running through the checklist. My mom was in the front sit wimpering away, so of course I was trying to show her it was no big deal. Really, this was going to be nothing.

In my super cute hospital gown. If I am wearing it, it must be adorable.

And here I am after they gave me my pre-op dose of Versed. Versed, I like that medicine, it is a happy medicine. During my little visit to the OR, Mommy's and Daddy's really good friends brought them in dinner and sat and talked and laughed with them (mostly to prevent them from going absolutely bonkers with worry). Well I did so Marvelously well, that they pretty much just shewed us out the door and Mommy didn't have time to take a post-op picture. But just look at the picture above and imagine me sleepy and grumpy from everyone trying to wake me up after such a nice sleep.

For those who care or are just curious to why the title says Surgery number 10, well that is just one way of counting. If you were to count surgical procedures (they have been able to fix more than problem during the some of the surgeries) this was surgical procedure number 13, and that number has bad karma. So we called this surgery number 10, sounds nicer, friendlier, not so scary. But crazy as this sounds this doesn't even count all the times I have been to the OR for different test and all the other non-OR procdures I have. I try to simply where I can.