On December 30 I turned one.  We had a party.  Mom made me a carrot cake.  For those of you hoping to see a picture of a baby with frosting in his hair, sorry to disappoint.  I am a tidy eater.

Alon with birthday cake

I enjoyed the potluck dinner and my cake.   I received many lovely gifts including some rattles and a xylophone.

Being one is great.  Now I get to face foward in the car.  I can walk and I learn a new word almost everyday.  I have also started dancing.  Mom and Papa think this is just about my best trick yet.

There are no baby gates in my house and I have never been in a crib or playpen.  When I wake up, I generally cry for my momma to come, but sometimes, I just get out of bed and go find her.

I know to be very careful around the glasses and plates that are on a low shelf.  Mom serves my food in glass dishes and I have a very tiny water glass that I drink from.  I have broken a few dishes.  Mom and I were sad, but I learned that dishes are fragile and if I throw them on the floor they will break.

Last weekend mom and I went to a womens gathering.  Mom was so happy to see that with shelves of porclein and glass dishes on low display, the only things I took down to play with were a few small pewter dishes.  I am one and I can make intelligent choices.