Sometime yesterday while guiding Theo on one of his many transits around the living room while pushing a dining chair I realized that we were tracing half of the same route that I used to take with him ten months prior while walking him, in the middle of the night, endlessly through the dark house.

While I do feel somewhat nostalgic when looking at photos of him back when he was all little and squishy and could wear tiny Yoda hats…

I sure am happy with where we are now, what with the focused chair pushing and expressive babbling and enthusiastic book-browsing and even the intermittent, invisible tooth-related agita.

My parents were in town for the past week, which made for the perfect excuse to conduct a very low-key birthday.  I crudely transformed Smitten Kitchen’s monkey cake into a kitty cake, which seemed appropriate since smashing his face into Garth is currently Theo’s favorite thing to do ever, with the occasional exception of a spin through the living room pushing the wheely bug.

This was a good call, since Theo was having a pretty low-energy day after an intense week full of socializing and chair-pushing.

As expected, the most exciting part of the kitty cake for Theo was not getting to smash his face into the bakery equivalent of his favorite thing, but getting to throw fistfulls of the cake onto the floor for Garth to cannibalistically snap up (not pictured due to swift parental clean-up to reduce the possibility of dramatic kitty dyspepsia later that evening).

Happy second year, Theo!

We will always be there for you, even when it means taking care of all that leftover cake.

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