Happy First Birthday, Theo!

Yes, a year has rushed by, and our curled-up little bud of a baby has unfurled into a ~~walking, talking~~ cruising, babbling, genuine one-year-old!

The birthday itself was low-key, which I think is only fair when the chief player has no idea what's going on. Graham's parents came to visit, and we are seeing mine soon, so the birthday boy gets to show off his new skills to his grandparents. And eat cake.

Grandad brought a cake, which we ate for lunch, and I made a banana cake. It had to be banana, really, for this one. I'm not sure we yet have photographic evidence of Theo trying to stuff half a banana in his mouth all at once, but that will have to be remedied. He is very good at it.

And since it was his birthday, I feel entitled to sing Theo's praises for a few minutes.

We love his infectious giggle and cheeky smile.

We love the tuft of hair that sticks up between his double crown.

We love the way he can entertain himself with toys for half an hour at a time. (Oh yes!)

We love his careful attention and single-minded determination.

Determination here applied to taking all the coal off the electric fire and - if the state of his face is anything to go by - trying to eat it. Of course, when I got the camera out he started moving too fast to get a non-blurry photo.)

We love his bright blue eyes - and still are amazed that he got them!

We love his funny noises and clapping hands.

We just love him - from top to toe!

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