Erin's been feeling under the weather lately, so she designated me to pick up the slack on the blog. While I might not be as descriptive or remember to include everything, you can count on me for a sarcastic comment or two.
Owen's birthday was a lot like Erin's birthday in that it dragged out for a week and a half. He got a couple of presents on his actual birthday, then some more the next day after we made it to Houston for Thanksgiving, then Grandpa McPherson took him shopping for more presents on Saturday. Needless to say, he made out like a bandit. He has more cars and trucks than he knows what to do with. Erin still feels bad for him because we didn't get him a cake specifically for his birthday (Thanksgiving pie is better in my opinion anyway), but I don't think it's a big deal. If he's mad at us twenty years later for not buying him a cake on his first birthday, then we won't have done a very good job raising him.
The kids both had colds last week, so here are the few pictures that don't show them with snot pouring out their noses.
Dork. But a cute dork.
All those presents and he wants to play with the cardboard box.
You can see the excitement in his eyes.
A friend gave Ellie these shoes (she calls them her "princess shoes") and she wore them pretty much the whole weekend. It was pretty funny to watch her skate around the tile floor in heels.
New pajamas and trucks - what more could a one year old want?
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