I'm just gonna say it...

My baby is the most wonderful, handsome, perfect one year old that ever was. Don't be offended by such a claim. It's a proven fact. See, I found this completely unbiased empirical quiz for every other mother to take that actually proves my claim that Gavin is the most awesome. Go ahead, take it. A simple yes or no will do.

1. Does your baby weigh 21lbs and stand 29 1/2 inches tall, thus creating the perfect squishy baby ratio, also known as the "you have the most awesome baby in the world" ratio?

2. Does your baby have soft, silky, luxurious dark brown hair that begs to be stroked and is also currently begging for a haircut?

3. Does your baby have a perfect dimple on his left cheek that shows its magnificent self with every chew, smile and scream?

4. Does your baby help you with your grocery list by unloading every drawer and shelf multiple times a day, thus enabling you to see what you already have enough of and what you really need?

5. Does your baby not know how to say "no" yet, thus letting you enjoy his innocence in compared with a three year old's constant defiance?

6. Does your baby go to bed at 8pm and sleep through the night? (note, it is insignificant if he wakes up before the sun because you still got 7-8 hours)

7. Does your baby eat like its going out of style, allowing you to feed it almost anything?

8. Does your baby have the baddest dance moves this side of Utah Lake? Is your baby's favorite song, "No Handlebars"?

9. Does your baby know how to fight back a three year old with his bare hands? That is, does your baby know the art of the hair pull and "mega-bite so hard you leave teeth marks for a week"?

10. And lastly, does your baby poop at least 5 times a day, ensuring he has no bowel obstructions and is keeping his tract clean and clear?

I can answer Yes to all these questions.

Pretty sure this means that we can scientifically say I have the bestest baby ever.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE GOOPSTER!

Just came down the stairs in the morning to a present of balls. Can't you tell he's super excited?

Here he is at his party. No shirt cause it was covered in goop. That's why we call him "The Goopster".
Unwrapping presents with daddy. He coulda cared less about this part.
Tyler on the other hand couldn't restrain himself for anything.
He got his own b-ball. Here we are a moth later and it has turned into Ty's b-ball because "It's better than mine and he doesn't even know how to shoot hoops."

He wasn't so sure about that cake.

He got a little taste of it, then...
There was no stopping this kid. Well, until he started suffocating on all the frosting.

Even if I'm a month and half late, I'm still glad you had a great day! Love you tons little man!