Boy oh boy oh boy

Heya. How's it rolling? We've been a bit swamped around here. Literally. The last month has been a bit busy. We've had a few birthdays, some Valentine's exploits, a flooded basement, weeks of sickness in which three of us had ear infections (hint: only one was a minor), Jessie joined a soccer team, and other stuff that I can't remember because I am either sleep deprived or recovering from a sinus infection. I've forgotten which. 

But hey. All that stuff can wait. Because like the awesome mother I am, I'm on a mission to prove the third kid gets the shaft. So only a few days or so late, it's time for one of our poignant and Pulitzer prize winning birthday tributes. And no, I'm not going to talk about how awesome I am, because that would be weird. No, our VIP of the month is this sharp fellow:

(Look! He even got cake! Okay. That's a lie. He already got cupcakes at my mom's and I've been super sick so he got a giant hunk of the ice cream cake Jessie got for my birthday. Poor deprived little son. But he got a special candle. So he's okay.)

Spencer is officially 1! Is it just me, or did that go fast? All of a sudden my little newborn is walking and talking and being a boy. It's nuts. He's pretty cute though. Looks a lot like his dad. So here's a little bio about Spencer. His talents. His quirks. His ambitions.

Spencer is all boy. He has transitioned from being exclusively a momma's boy to loving his Dad. Which, by the way, are the two words he can say: mama and dad. He just figured out walking the last few weeks, and although he is very wobbly, is enjoying his new freedom. He loves his binky, blankets, rolling around in blankets, pillows, ripping up books, food, climbing, destroying, laughing, whining, cars, banging pans, cuddling, following his sisters, escaping his sisters, wrestling, throwing things, and other boy stuff. He is a sensitive little guy, very inquisitive, who likes to kick back and relax. He'll let you know if you have done something to offend him, and then he'll burrow his head into your shoulder and cuddle it out. 

As you can see, he's already into the ipad and the iphone. He likes to try to do everything all the older people do, including talk on the phone, read books, put ear drops in his sister's ear, cook, conduct music, and stay up late. 

 He also enjoys playing in my pan drawer. A lot. When I'm cooking this is where you will find him.

After the doctor's visit, I'm pleased to tell you he's tallish and skinny like his sisters, with a ginormous head. Probably he's going to be a genius. He's healthy and happy. He survived his first year with only few falls and burns and emotional traumas. We've enjoyed having a boy around to break up the estrogen. He's happy and cuddly and awesome and just what we needed. We love him a lot even if he is the third kid. Happy birthday Spence-a-bug! Please go put the pans back in the cupboard now.