Well, you did it, Ninja. You survived one whole year in this crazy world.
Let's look back on all you have accomplished...
You have lived in a tent.
You have possessed a glorious head of hair, gone almost completely bald and grown a new glorious head of hair in a new shade.
You have mastered computer programming/hacking. You know your way around an iphone like Steve Wozniack.
You have pooped and peed on the potty like a boss.
You have mastered several levels of physical milestones-sitting, rolling, crawling, even walking. Also slapping. Not sure where or why you learned that last one.
You have sprouted teeth (7!) and brush said teeth with unbridled enthusiasm.
You have an impressive vocabulary including, "Mama," "Dad," "dog," "peekaboo," "shoe," "Ty-Ty," "hi," "boob," "uh-oh," and your new favorite phrase that you definitely didn't learn from anyone in
this house, "Oh, shit!" (honestly, I tried to convince myself you were saying "What's this?" but you really aren't, are you?).
You've made friends, you've touched the mythical creature known as "dog," you've gone swimming in the river, you've eaten dirt and played the piano.
You've turned your mother into a big pile of mush who wants nothing more than to be with you and watch you dance and crash and fly through life. You've made your daddy into a portable baby bed who refuses to put you down during nap time because he just wants to hold you while you still fit in his arms.
A lot of people love you, little kicker. You're pretty impressive for someone who I could swear was just the other day a hyperactive fetus. Happy first year and on to bigger and better things in Year Two (I'm thinking maybe mastering tap dancing and international espionage?).
