The sign of a good party...

is that you have cake up your nose the next day.  I promise that is cake coming out of Van's nostril, don't judge me that I let it stay there for an entire day.  He had it in just about every opening on his face.  And I've never seen him happier!  He didn't use his hands once.  I've never seen him eat anything face first, but I guess it was his party and he could do whatever he wanted.  Honestly, I was a little jealous.  When's the last time you just dove your face right into some cake?  Utensils are overrated anyway.  

So here is another picture of the cupcakes that I made.  Did you get that last part?  I actually MADE THEM!  I don't do things like this, so I feel really weird right now.  Van loves his owls though, so what's a mother to do?  They were a success and he could even tell what they were!  TADA!

It's almost time

For Van's 1st birthday!  But until then, here are some pictures of my 11 month old baby...who will soon be a year old toddler.  I refuse to call him a toddler until he's one, despite his ability to toddle just about anywhere and everywhere he feels like it.  His newest talent is walking with his new shoes on.  Its sort of like when you put tape on a cat's paws and watch them try to walk...very entertaining.  Alright, enjoy!

I almost forgot to introduce our cat, Morrison!  We adopted him from the Human Society about 3 months ago.  Now Van calls every cat Mo.  He's such a chill cat, not even Van pulling his tail and stepping on him makes him mad.  We could all take a lesson from Mo.