Baby Turns 1!

Baby turned 1.  Ridiculous, right?  As planned prior to his birth, his birthday theme was The Very Hungry Caterpillar.  Yes, I have planned next year's theme, too.  Don't judge.  I didn't go all out, and it was super low-key and relaxing.  It was the easiest birthday party I've ever planned.  Here are the goody bags...

More goody bags and the hat my mom made him when he was born.  It still fits him, but his motor skills are developed enough to rip it off his head immediately.  Better picture of the book and hat.

Thanks to a friend, we had caterpillars, signs and butterflies to post everywhere.  I stuck close to the fruits and chose some of the Saturday foods.  I also made some salads to keep the adults filled.   It was a 2PM party so we didn't have the pressure of serving an actual meal.

I printed out all of the weekly photos and placed them around the center column as a giant caterpillar.  It came out better than I imagined.  

We bought an ice cream cake.  Luckily, Coldstone Creamery had one because I waited too long to order one anywhere else.  The smallest Coldstone size was cheaper than the similar size at Baskin Robbins, too, so we all lucked out.  I made the number one and caterpillar out of clay because I'm too cheap to buy it off of Etsy for $40+.  I think they came out cute and came out to be like $3.

It was a great party.  I like to keep them small at this age so it was really just best friends and immediate family.

On his actual birthday, as tradition dictates, I got him an overpriced cupcake.  He was hesitant to eat it at first until Husband put a piece of frosting in his mouth.  After that, he inhaled the entire thing.  He was done very quickly.  While he was eating, he also went to work on the other end and was a giant stinky mess at the end.  Husband chose the diaper end, and I chose to clean up the high chair.  It took us both about 20 minutes to get everything and everyone back to their original shape.

Also, as with Little Miss, Baby has outgrown the nickname Baby.  We've thought about it, and his nickname is going to be Captain.  Husband calls him Commander.  Technically, I call him Captain Crankypants, but that won't keep his dignity intact as he gets older.  It will be appropriate from time to time though.  He'll always be my little baby.