Birthday Boy

Since Asher's birthday fell on a Friday, we decided to hold his birthday bash on Saturday, hoping this would be more convenient for people. Some very important people weren't able to make it (Aunt LaLa was too pregnant, Aunt Jamie was too late in booking her train tickets, Uncle Abbo was busy or something, Grammy was in the hospital), which we were very sad about, but in the end I think it was best that there weren't a ton of people there. It ended up being just four grandparents and a handful of friends, including Dawn and her family, Laurie and her family, Tati, Jennifer and her son, and beloved Aunt GieGie. Had many more people been present, I think his head would have exploded from all the excitement.

Unfortunately, Asher has been sick with a cold, and we're pretty certain he's teething, so he was a little out of sorts part of the time. He wouldn't eat, and wouldn't nap UNTIL everyone had arrived, which meant delayed gift opening and cake eating. He was beyond thrilled to see everyone, though, and had the most wonderful time flirting with just about every single person there. Of course, his fascination lied primarily in harassing little Emerson, who clearly did not appreciate his handsy advances and kept telling him "NO!" He was so intrigued with her that, at one point, he took at least ten steps in order to chase after her. We should have known we just needed a cute girl to persuade him to walk.

The best part of the event, of course, was the cake eating. Asher had no clue what to do with the giant white lump I placed in front of him at his highchair. He absolutely refused to try it, so I spent a good five minutes pleading with him to lick the icing off my finger. He responded by sticking his icing-coated fingers in my mouth. Eventually, I was able to get a little bit in his mouth, and he immediately stopped struggling as the pleasure that only cake can bring set in.

All in all, I think he had a great first birthday. Thanks to everyone for helping us celebrate!

Here are photos from the day!