Young Old, Year One

The moment you've all been waiting for...for almost three months, that is.

Despite being burdened with parents like us and defying all expectations, Young Old has slogged on through and completed his first year of life.

The big ONE. Major accomplishment, bud. Henceforth, we declare this year as 1 A.B. (After Birth...wait, that's just wrong).

Party time...

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...Excellent!

Man, Young Old turns one, and he's already scooping in more honeys than his old man ever did. Just stay strapped with the diaper, yo.

Young Old's been pestering us for a pony for the past six months, so hats off to you, Great Aunt Betty Lou, and Cousin Doug, too.

Since Young Old had no clue as to what the fuss was all about, we took it upon ourselves to provide the excited faces. Auntie Nico getting the party started.

Auntie Ali keeps it rolling...Young Old begins to feel the vibe.

Papa Old's excitement seals the deal. Young Old officially lets his hair down...or up.

"Not sure why I'm being showered with gifts, but today is freaking awesome." By the way, that monkey toy is totally flipping the bird. Bad monkey.

Neighbor Lois and Young Old puzzling over where to best extract the milk. Buddy, I'm pretty sure you won't have any luck with that trach tube.

Uncle Green and Aunt Vicious spreading the birthday cheer.

This dog-car was a pretty cool gift, but also confusion inducing. Whenever he plays with it, he makes repeated barking sounds. How do you explain to your one-year-old that the vehicle isn't a canine? I'm just hoping his madness doesn't spread to making vroooom sounds whenever a dog waltzes by.

The always glowing Mama K, carrot cake-maker extraordinaire. Bravo, dear.

The moment of truth. Young Old - 1, Fire - 0.

Having his cake and eating it, too. This was Young Old's first time experimenting with the pure form of the drug we all know and can't resist, that hated bastard named Sugar.


...which is apparently a gateway drug, as he quickly moved on to booze. Thanks for being an excellent role model, Uncle Bobbito.

With the party dying down (and at close to midnight, Young Old's sugar high only now beginning to subside), Young Old took the opportunity to thank everyone for showing up by performing a simply inspired version of "With a Little Help from My Friends"...
Thanks to all who came. Hope you had a good time, folks.