Whitty Bear hit the big 1 mark on November 3rd. Dad was out of town so we put off the big celebrations until he got back in town. The afternoon of his birthday Oning made a cake and we took it to the park to share with the round up of kids that are there everyday.
He went after it like a champ. I will look at these photo's for years to come and giggle away. What a wonderful little fatty pants.
Whitty Bear with his new birthday present
A few days later we got together with Kennets. Olivia was born just one day after Whittman. His mom and I shared neighboring hospital rooms. They are without a doubt one another's very first friend.
The party was far more anti-climatic than either of them deserved. We played a few games, wrote a few sentiments on their Happy Birthday sign and opened presents. But the highlight, was undoubtedly the cake. Olivia maintained her sweet and dainty disposition. Whitt, his remarkable fatness.
Satisfaction
Whittman picked a syringe when given the choice between a gavel, syringe and a hammer. Perhaps someday he'll go on to save lives like the Drs that arrived shortly after his birth saved his. Maybe not, whatever he chooses to do, he'll do well. Of this I'm sure.
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