Well Caleb, I thought you weren't going to make an appearance. You little trickster; I should have known the second we turned around to go home you would decide it was time to be born. Well we got you in the end. They played the little "Someone had a baby" music they play in the hospital lobby and we all jumped up and down and said "That's our baby!"
That wasn't a year ago was it? I couldn't have been a whole year younger when I babysat your brother while mom and grandma made a midnight run to the hospital. I wasn't a year younger when I sat in the lobby of a different hospital singing Ke$ha songs at 1am. (Thankfully it was just family at that point; family I'm convinced you were hiding from) Was it really a year ago that I sat with aunt Brittany on one side and uncle Matt on the other as we discussed at length Blue's Clues changing from Steve to Joe? I believe Matt had some things to say about drugs, I was more interested in the "Blue-ska-doo we can too" thing he did all wrong. Of course you have no idea who Steve is you little 21st century baby. We pulled chairs up to a table along the wall and tried to out Criss Angel each other. We all failed miserably; apparently we aren't magician material.
Could it really have been an entire year since we laughed at your great grandfather snoring on the hospital couch? He was waiting around to meet you before he had to drive back to Kentucky that night. No it definitely wasn't a year ago I got so tired that I hoped and hoped you were a girl. I saw the pictures and refused to go and meet you. Naturally, I went to meet you. I came back the next day and the next day. No I'm sure there hasn't been a whole year since your brother and I unwrapped you from your warm blanket because he really, really needed to make sure you had feet. He promptly tickled them.
Alas, it's been a year. I have one tiny sense of time, almost unnoticeable and sure to be forgotten at some point. It was my cell phone. You were taking so long my phone started dying and I had to pull a chair over to an outlet to plug it in. That night your cousin texted me to tell me he was hanging out with his friend Captain Morgan and something about... Blueberries? Your great aunt called to make sure he wasn't drunk. Nope, he was messing with us. That conversation. That's how I know it's truly been a year. The phone I was using (the blue and white Gravity from TMo that chimed obnoxiously, shut off if you held it wrong, didn't vibrate anymore, had cracks in the screen and had been beaten so badly the space bar didn't work) hadn't worked for months, but I upgraded just after Halloween.
There you have it. I guess it was a year ago which means, to my horror, you are exactly 1 year old today. Brat. Now you say words and stand up on your own and go about your little one year old life. Brat. So while you're playing with buttons and napping on people and learning things from your brother, (who isn't always a good source of information; I taught him that) remember AuntT loves you. And really wishes you would stop getting bigger. Happy Birthday Brat.
