This Time Last Year

I was up all night in anticipation of Gideon's arrival. Didn't sleep one minute. The idea of baby consumed me. What a difference a year makes! The big plans for today -- open up the cards and gifts sent in the mail, birthday bath, measure his height and after his nap, we're taking him to a toy store to let him select his gift -- anything under $2! -- I'm betting he selects a stray straw off the floor. After that we'll take him to Don Pablos -- his favorite restaurant -- and will order his favorite meal -- a chicken soft taco. We'll ask the staff to bring over the giant sombrero and sing happy birthday and clap.

It'll either delight or scare the shit out of him.

Happy Birthday, Gideon! We hope you like crap.