They Say It's My Birthday

I can't believe I'm typing this (I know, I know, the rest of you just can't believe I can even type) but I'm one. I am one year old. It's been 365 days since I entered the world and I am just stunned how fast this year has gone.

We celebrated the day by having a party at my house. My grandma and grandpa were there, along with mommy and daddy, Brian and Melissa, John and Elizabeth and Kelli. It was one for the books. The guys played Wii and drank beers while I got to have cake (though it wasn't my first time, I'm a bit of an expert on the subject). I got lots of great things, like a mower with bouncing balls in it, an inch worm that moves, a wagon full of building blocks, a Wonder Pets DVD and lots more. It was the best birthday party ever, though my frame of reference is understandably small.


My mommy had a cake made with The Very Hungry Caterpillar on it, which looked at the same time amazing and delectable. I was torn but later decided on delectable since I got to eat some of it.

Anyway, my first year has been filled of firsts: smiles, laughs, tears and a lot of great times with everybody that loves me. I can't wait to see what the next year and the next 100 have in store.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

My golden locks are now just a distant memory. My mommy and daddy gave me my first haircut, because with my birthday coming up they figured I need a killer look. I felt like Samson, losing my biggest weapon. But it's gone now, no matter how much I fought it. Like Will Smith once said "Parents just don't understand."

It was hard to go through but after the reception my new haircut has received, I think you'll have to consider me one of the converted. The ladies love Jack's new 'do. So if you thought I was going to steal your girl before, this should serve as notice to lock up your women because this one-year-old Casanova is even more lethal than before. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Also, I think my mom needs to get on board with me using some product in my hair. Sure it's cute, but think just how much of a step I can take up on the Awesome Scale if I could pull off a fauxhawk or a spike. I could reach a level normally reserved for the likes of Sponge Bob and the Wonder Pets. So, if you could put a bug in my mom's ear it would be greatly appreciated. There just might be an apple puff in it for you.

There Can Only Be One

You've seen the NBA Playoffs commercials, the ones with two guys on split screen saying the same thing, both pontificating about how they've always wanted a title and how it's all that matters to them. Well, I'm here to give LeBron James a glimpse as to what the future of the game holds. "There Can Only Be One?" How about "How Can I Only Be One?" because with game like this (we're talking fadeaway jumper, the ability to post-up anyone and a Houdini-like penchant for passing) and a low center of gravity that makes me a nightmare to defend, I'm going to take the Association by storm.

Play Ball

So mommy and daddy took me out to the ballgame for the first time ever as I watched the Braves take on the Reds at Turner Field in Atlanta. It was awesome! All these people were sitting around us so I had lots of people to talk to and they had this gigantic television (I didn't have the heart to tell my dad that it made our HDTV look wimpy). I really got into Jeff Francoeur's theme music (as you can see by my video).

This Little Piggy ...

My Grammie came down to Georgia to see me for a few days and she told me the story of five little piggies with my toes. Apparently, one of them had a hunkering for roast beef but was let out in the cold when it came down to handing out meat. What's that all about? It's called Arby's man. Anyway, the story made me laugh, and at this point in my life, what's more important than that? Well, aside from a nice, chilled bottle.