Wilder helps open a birthday gift.
Wilder, wearing the Halloween PJs Grandpa Jon and Grandma Sharon got him, finally decides birthdays can be fun.
Wilder listens intently to Ze Frank describe "nerd speak" on a webcast.
Kiddo loves the gifts Cousin Reagan sent him.
A face we're seeing much more often these days.
Jer and Wilder hangin' out in the "man room."
"Me one. Me bite. Grrrrr."
Chillin' with the grandparents in the front yard.
The expression pretty much sums up how we felt about the cake experience specifically and the party experience in general.
"OK, fine. I will deign to touch the birthday presents, but don't expect much more."
It's been a great birthday/anniversary week for us. We've been opening presents every night and tonight a wonderful friend babysat for us while Jerry and I went and had sushi, some drinks and a real adult conversation. Wilder has LOVED every single one of his new toys, books, etc. And tomorrow we have our 1-year doc appointment, so should have a height/weight update here soon.
The only other thing to add is that Wilder continues to explore those boundaries. Biting. Digging through the trash, et cetera. In summation, he's pretty much turned into a wild dog. Ahhh, toddlerhood.
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