Cannon Sucks...

Well, despite a nasty case of the flu/other virus from hell/germs daddy dearest brought home from the ER, we managed to have a small celebration for Cannon's first birthday. I shed only a few tears and have decided that I am getting much better at grasping the fact that my children must get older and that it is not such a bad thing...maybe

Anyway, I made a few outfits for Cannon's birthday to keep busy in the days prior to the big event to help ward off above mentioned breakdown and I was pleased at how they turned out. I may just use up all the old fabric I have laying around here and he can wear a new Jon Jon everyday.

The highlight of the night was, of course, the cake eating...It went something like this...

Why are all these people standing around and looking at me?

I am not sure I like this, what is Daddy carrying and what are these people singing (badly, I might add)?

Is that awful singing over with yet?

Ok, I guess I'll try a little, if you insist...

I guess this isn't too bad, I'll just have a little more...

Maybe just one more bite...

What the heck, I'll just put my whole face in it and suck it like it is a bottle...

And I won't stop sucking and pick my head up no matter how many people are peeing in their pants laughing at me...

Nope, I'll just keep on sucking until I have sucked down the entire cake, from the inside out...

Man, that was a great cake...too bad I don't know I am going to puke it all up later...