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Emma’s First Birthday

It hardly seems like there’s been enough time for it, but our dear Mrs. Peel is already one year old. Well, she will be on the 11th.


I was able to arrange travel to Boise for the weekend before, and so we had a birthday party for Emma on Saturday.


The first birthday is a special celebration, and so we got a special cake.


And the Birthday girl wore a special dress.


I prepared a taco bar, and all the neighborhood kids showed up for cake and screaming.


Emma got her first taste of cake and seemed to enjoy the experience.


It snowed that night and most of the morning, so before the party kicked off, the kids and I went and did some sledding in the front yard and street.


Everyone had a good time, and the kids even sang happy birthday to Emma. I have a video of that I’ll share later.


Logan’s First Year

This has been a year full of new experiences and new revelations both about the world around me, and myself. It has been a year of reflection on my past, and my relationships with my family. More than anything though, it’s been a fast year.

Mommy and Logan
In only a year Logan has grown out of being a warm to the touch biological machine designed to process food into poop, pushed straight on through infancy, and become a little boy.

He had his first birthday and all the sudden he’s a little man.

Logan hangs around like a monkey
Still not really walking though. Kind of a lazy little man. He’ll stand up sometimes, and every once in a while he’ll take a step or two. Not soon after though, a confused expression wanders across his face that says “Why am I using my legs like a sucker?” and he gently settles back into a crawl.

Checking out the fire pit
His birthday party went off splendidly. A lot of our friends showed up to help him celebrate. The Taco Man came, and made tacos for everyone. The BEST tacos. Little street tacos prepared on the spot. He brought his own griddle so the meat was hot and fresh, a whole table of salsas and condiments and giant jug of pineapple juice. It was like having authentic Mexican street tacos right in our backyard, without all the pesky dysentery. Taco Man is awesome.

The Taco Man
Our friend Kat made Logan just about the best cake ever. Three tiers with an edible train that ran along the outside toting a little tiny personal cake for the birthday boy. I helped. I made the little sculptures of Logan and Puddles out of gum paste.

Train Cake

Cake detail

Not only was it beautiful, it was delicious.

Birthday Cake Revelation Cycle: Vigorous Indulgence
Logan though so to. It was his first taste of cake. Pretty near to his first experience with refined sugar, as his mother and I have very carefully warded his diet.

Birthday Cake Revelation Cycle: Demand for More
He seemed to enjoy it.

He also enjoyed opening his gifts.

Although sometimes it appears he enjoys the paper included with the gift more than the gift.

When did becoming a cranky old man become a career goal?

Sunday was my birthday. This is how I celebrate my birthday.

The petite cuts
I have an odd relationship with birthdays. I’m sure that as a child I enjoyed the attention and the gifts. For just about as long as I can remember though, I find most of the spectacle awkward and somewhat embarrassing.

Steak, so tasty

I get intensely uncomfortable when people sing Happy Birthday, or ask me what kind of gift I want. When my wife asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday, I replied that all I wanted to do was hang out with my friends. Nothing fancy. Nothing elaborate.

I’m aware that at some level, this seems to make everyone believe I’m petulant or ill humored.

Sorry about that. I don’t think it can be helped.

In league with my discomfort over the celebration, is the growing presence of my age. Thirty eight isn’t a significant milestone with regards to aging, and in many respects it’s not all that old. When I think about my age in comparison to the parts of my life that have already transpired, it starts to blow my mind a little bit.

Food identified as green bean. Status: Delicious! AQUIRE
It’s been ten years since I started dating my wife. It’s been twenty years since I graduated from high school and joined the Army. It’s been thirty years since I first shot a gun. It’s one thing to think of a childhood location and think, “I haven’t been to that place in twenty years or more.” It’s another thing to find myself in a rarely visited part of Vegas and think, “I haven’t been to this part of town in 15 years” and reflect that when last I visited, I was an adult.
Grandpa Ron and Logan
Now I have a son, and I keep thinking of my the years in my life in relationship to my father and his life. My father was younger than I am now when I was born, but he always seemed like an old man to me. I don’t feel old, except when I try to sit on the floor, but I realize now that I will always be old in the eyes of my son.