Aiden didnít quite know what to make of his birthday cake today. (He wasnít sure why everyone was singing to him, either, but thatís another story.) He stuck his hands in the frosting and then immediately tried to shake the stuff off. He didnít even try sticking them in his mouth, which is unusual for him. Ordinarily everything goes into the mouth.
He did eventually figure out that youíre supposed to wipe the sticky stuff in your hair. After he did that, he dumped the cake onto his highchair tray and started sucking on the paper plate. Then he was happy.
Not that he wasnít happy all day, especially for a one-year-old with a sore throat and all kinds of other ailments. He was at the doctorís office yesterday, getting tested and poked at, and the good news is that heís as healthy as a baby can possibly be. The bad news is that he still didnít feel good, but he was game for a party today. Good thing, too, because just about everybody he knows was there.
He doesnít quite have the concept of presents yet, but he does know when thereís new stuff to play with. And he knows when something is his. That probably comes from having two older brothers. He wasnít belligerent or obnoxious about it, but he did let it be known that he would prefer no one else ride on his new rescue truck.
He got books, which he loves, and lots of clothes (which he couldnít care less about, but which his parents appreciate). Mostly, he got a lot of love. He gets that every day, of course, but the party was kind of an outlet for all the overflow. The regular schedule will resume tomorrow.