Birthday Boy!!

Time has annoying habit of flying by when you don't want it to. I can't believe my baby boy's first birthday has come and gone. He's one. One. That is so old. In the beginning, you count their age in days. Soon enough, its weeks. Then you lose count of weeks and it turns to months. Now it is years. Soon it'll be decades and he'll be in his forties. Its not that I don't want to see him growing up, but its a very bittersweet thing. Yay, he's one, but oh no!!! My baby is growing up! He's not going to need me anymore! He's so independant and big!

Enough feeling sorry for myself. The birthday. We planned a barbeque, and lucky enough the weather held. We actually ended up with two barbeques - Granny DM and Auntie Siobhán were coming down for the weekend, but wouldn't make it down til Saturday evening, and Niall and Bríd were down too, but they were to go back to Galway early on the Sunday, so we had to have two parties. In the end, Niall and Bríd hung around for the second one too, but what harm, I love barbequed food!

I think the man of the moment enjoyed himself - loved his presents (he's in his ball pit in the picture above). The only one he didn't like was the tumble time tigger we bought him. He loves the box it came in, he doesn't mind it when it standing still, but if you set Tigger going with his cartwheels and talking, poor Emmett literally shakes with fear. He's horrified by it. Win some, lose some.