Turning One-derful

Oliver's first birthday

Originally published 10 July 2014

12 months old already... It seems like only yesterday I was crying through the night and flailing my arms around when being fed. Actually that was only yesterday. But still, so much has changed in the year since I came into the world. Crying then too, now I think about it.

From a tiny little baby spending half the day in his bassonette to a big boy crawling everywhere and taking his first faltering steps, it's been a big year. So it's only fair that this auspicious occasion is recognised and celebrated with pressies and a bit of a party.

For my actual birthday on June 12th, Mummy & Daddy gave me some lovely wrapping paper I really enjoyed playing with. Inside were what appeared to be a book and a toy wrapped up, but the paper was what really took my fancy.

Two days later it was time for another round of present-receiving at my first birthday party. Mummy & Daddy put up balloons everywhere and invited lots of family around. Normally I'm not too sure about big crowds of people, but this time I enjoyed myself and was very well behaved. I even deigned to share my toys with the other kids.

I got lots of cool pressies, including some new books, lots of toys, my first DVDs (Baby Einstein) and a comfy foam chair that I sit on to watch the TV or eat my afternoon tea.

Best of all though was my bright orange birthday cake in the shape of a cat. Mummy sure knows my favourite things in the world - it was like a big chocolate version of our cat Robbie!

So that was how I celebrated my first birthday. "12 months of torture" Daddy calls it, but he's just kidding.