Is he really a year?

Saturday the 17th was Rowan's first birthday.  I tried not to think too much about it, because it just makes me feel sad.  I thought Chandler's first year went fast, but Rowan's has been a blur looking back on it.  

We took the boys to Boondocks, a local entertainment/family fun center and let them play on the toys and in the arcade.  They both loved it to say the least.

In fact, Chandler was a bit peeved when we had to leave.  I love this picture :)

After that Marsh took the boys to get tacos while I went to the doctor.  I had been running a fever for a few days and had horrible back pain.  Didn't get much of a diagnosis except a virus.  Wish I had waited it out because I started feeling pretty good Sunday evening.  Anyways, we came back to the house and Marshall made the cake.  A few weeks back, when we were out of flour, Marsh went to the store to get some.  Instead of getting all purpose, he got self rising.  So he made a chocolate cake from scratch and half of it ended up all over the oven.  We still ate it, it was just much thinner in some parts, lol.  And although it was quite ugly, it tasted fabulous.  

Rowan opened presents and got a leapfrog spinning toy and a stuffed kitty with money that grandma and grandpa Nielson  sent, a pull along puppy from his Snedaker granparents, and a chattering cookie monster from us.  I think Chandler is getting more out of the new toys than Rowan.  



Rowan loved the cake and loved getting lots of extra attention, hugs and kisses. Happy Birthday to my sweet cuddly little boy....