When Dean and I found out we were expecting a second child we were slightly concerned about how any baby could live up to our expectations. Our first was pretty great and it was hard to imagine loving another anywhere near as much as we love her. How could we? I knew it was possible but I didn't feel it. Twelve months in and we are just as smitten as we were the first time around. Not a huge surprise really, just a bit of a relief - 'Phew, we have two 'perfect' kids. Who'd've thunk it?'
On Sunday, this friendly little fellow turned one. Here is a sneak peak at how we celebrated.
There was no need for more presents after he laid eyes on his first soccer ball.
We planned a small party with rice bubbles in tubs for some edible sensory play. The birthday boy eats everything so this is the safest way for him to dig. After Miss 3's all-consuming party, I'm afraid I slacked a bit on the decorations this time around.
But I did make a photo display of his first year including this charming shot from last week.
At one year old, Digger likes cars, balls, trying new foods, cuddles and kisses, music, eating handfuls of dirt and climbing. And boy can he climb! I don't know how many times I've had to say "No, I didn't put my baby in the toilet. He climbed in there himself!"
And what could be more fitting for our dirt loving boy than a 'digger cake' complete with crushed Oreo dirt.