While this post is a bit dated, I would be remiss not to post pictures of Quinn eating her first pieces of cake. For those traditionalists who think those should come with her first birthday, her father begs to differ. He's not a pediatrician, he deals with older people. My child is special of course but no where on her sheet of expected milestones did it say expose to cake. Sure she can't chew and her first two teeth came in two days after the cake eating, but it seemed like a great time for eating cake. I can't disagree, until now I had not considered there ever to be a bad time for cake. I used to get ice cream cake in my 20's and eat it for dinner for a week. Although poor food choice, it complemented my Cpt'n Crunch dinners nicely. But now I'm responsible for making her a healthy, responsible dinners and for the love of Pete, I just introduced her to stage 2 foods. I guess if I was a truly good mother I would puree the vegetables I had lovingly grown in a compost rich plot of land in my backyard. Honestly, I feel like its a winning day if she isn't covered in dog hair. Last week as she was rolling all over the den, I picked her up to move her back to the center of the room and she looked like the Wolfman's progeny. STO suggested we make a duct tape baby suit so she can aid in the clean up. I'm looking it up on Pinterest after I'm finished with this post.
Happy birthday to a man who takes care of people and answers questions for every one without hesitation. He has an encyclopedic memory. He can fix anything, even if takes a while. He is thoughtful, considerate, humble, genuinely good, and an excellent father. We're all lucky dogs because you're ours.
