ONE!!

The pop of the champagne cork celebrated the moment we crossed th finish line at 5:19 pm yesterday afternoon. Owen is officially a year old! Is it coincidence that he woke up from his nap at 5:16, just in time to share in the toast? I think not, though he had apple juice. We had a lovely day together, much more relaxing than the rip-roaring delivery (as our nurse called it) that brought us all together last year. We went for a family run at Discovery Park, Owen cheering us along with his rattle, pet the goats at the zoo to celebrate our membership that my mom gave us, and visited friends with a tiny 8 week old baby. It was perfect to meet little Duncan on Owen's birthday, a vivid reminder of how far we have come. For Owen's birthday dinner, we harvested our entire pea crop and tasted the first of our homegrown broccoli. Owen must have spied his birthday treat cooling on the counter, however, because after a few slurps of noodles he refused to eat anymore (it couldn't be because he doesn't like broccoli, could it?) So we stripped him down and let him go hog wild with his blueberry buckle, but only a piece because it was so yummy that John and I couldn't bear to see the whole thing demolished. Owen clearly enjoyed it, raising both arms in victory and pumping them heartily in the air. We cleaned him up and opened his gifts and read some of his new wonderful books to him. The celebration must have really taken it out of the little guy, he woke up for a wee snack at 5:30 and is still asleep (it is 8:30! He has NEVER slept this late.) Meanwhile, John and I are enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee, reading magazines, and eating strawberries. This is obviously Owen's birthday gift to us. Needless to say, we are all feeling much better rested than we did one year ago on this day!