I’ll be the first to admit that I’m holding on to Bo’s infant-hood. And quoting his age in weeks lets me trick myself into thinking he is younger than he is. We celebrated his, you know, last week. I can’t believe it has been a year!
Max said that he really wanted to get Bo some fish for his birthday (with the full knowledge that Bo is REALLY good at sharing his belongings). Soooo Adam and Max snuck out one night to get the supplies. We had a great vase that seemed goldfish worthy and some river rocks from a craft project so we were set. Or so we thought. As I was putting Bo down, Max and Adam were carefully preparing the fish(es) tank (yes, they got two). And all of a sudden the vase exploded on the counter. Rocks, Goldfish, Water, (and Max tears) were all over the place. Adam palmed the fish and threw them into a glass of cold tap water (any fish owner will grimace at that sentence) and quickly cleaned up the glass. So back to Walmart they went. This time they returned with a legit fish bowl starter kit- complete with a net, rocks, water treatment solution (who knew?), and food. But we didn’t get the memo that goldfish (part of the carp family I’m told) are some of the dirtiest fish around… and the Millers do not like dirty things that require a lot of upkeep. Just ask Faye. So after a short, traumatic life, we found the goldfish sleeping and Adam sent them “to the river” via that toilet.
Max was my “helper” and we prepared Bo’s sheep cake during his nap time- I sure am glad I had his help because I am not sure I could have sampled all of the cake and frosting and marshmallows on my own 
We celebrated at my parents house where we had a nice lunch, opened gifts (enter “helper Max” again), and Bo enjoyed his first big boy helping of cake and ice cream.
He was not shy about the process and eventually figured out that he could get more in his mouth if he just brought his face down to the tray. My kind of guy. Bo and I are going to get along verrrry well.
We are so thankful for our sweet, snuggly Bo.
Okay okay, I DO realize that there are 52 weeks in a year… and that my little Bo bear IS one YEAR old…. and now that you mention it, his newborn clothes ARE getting a little tight.
It is hard to believe that Bo is already a one year old and entering his toddler years. His sheep cake is so cute and you could tell he enjoyed it tremendously.
He is sure a handsome little guy. Can hardly wait to see him and Max in a few weeks. Stay warm.
Love, grandma Pat
I’m just going to throw out the suggestion that you guys have about 12 or so more. The world needs more of these cute little people!!
-Abby