One!

Ted is one today. He's sick and getting teeth, I'm sick (probably strep, achey and sore-throated), so we have spent the last few days cuddled together, getting stuff done when our ibuprofen kicks in. I managed to put together some red velvet cupcakes from scratch (which should really only be eaten with cooked flour and milk frosting, as in this recipe--none of this cream cheese stuff for me), and we got a bouquet of balloons, which were a present in and of themselves. After opening gifts, Ted is fully equipped to be the next manservant at Downton Abbey. I got him a Swiffer duster that he found enthralling at Richelle's house the other day, a fifty cent fly swatter, a pinwheel, and the Foxes got him a play vacuum. He toddled around, alternately laughing and crying, carrying all his long-handled items with such devotion. We sure love Ted!

He loved looking out the window at the kids on the tramp.