Why my birthday this year is better than last year's...

Yesterday was my first birthday. I'm One!!! It was a monumental occasion for many reasons, but more importantly, it was SOOO much more fun than my birthday last year. Let me tell you the reasons why....

First, there were the accommodations. My birthday last year started in super cramped quarters. It was SO claustrophobia inducing, that I was willing to shove myself through a tunnel the size of a garden hose to get out. This year, I had all the room in the world!
Mom's mobile home 

Second, there was the cutting... last year, my dad cut my precious cord. I panicked and shouted, "Abuse, ABUSE!!!" No one responded. This year, we just cut cake, and my only fear was that someone might steal one of my strawberries.
pat-a-cake 

Then there were the physical restrictions... once on the other side of the garden hose, someone wrapped me up like a cheap frozen taquito for the next 3 months. This year, I am free to move in any old way I choose, including John Wayne style swagger.

Last year...

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This year...

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Fourth, the guests. Last year, there were a bunch of folks in robes and masks. This year, my birthday guests wore fun clothes, brought gifts and fed me food from their plates. They were so much cooler.
guests and gifts 

Finally, and most importantly, there was bathtime. I love bathtime. Water, a few toys and an abundance of splashing, and I am in my element. I love bathtime. Last year, I got a crappy wipedown with a washcloth from some faceless nurse. But this year, Martin and the moms joined me. After my bath, me and Martin got to wriggle around naked in the bathroom. We smacked the toilet, picked at the floor tiles and practiced flushing the toilet. I was feeling so full of the spirit of being one, and how mature that sounds, that I decided to take a leak on the side of the tub while standing up. It was awesome. I got so caught up in the excitement, that I started to do something else standing up.... that didn't get quite so much cheering, but dad did sprint for a diaper at a speed never seen in a Weiss before. I got hit with a diaper before the $h*t hit the floor.

We're streaking to the quad!!!