Three days from now we'll be working on putting our house back together after the birthday boy's cousins (terrorist organization that they are) destroy our house. I'm hoping this won't involve any industrial solvents or spackle, but you never know.
Oh and I'll have been a dad for one whole year.
Forget the fact that the little man living in our house is turning one, I'm celebrating my one-year anniversary of being a dad. He hasn't been changing someone else's diapers for a year, all he's had to do is sleep, eat, poop and play. Sure, he's learned to sit, crawl, use his hands for anything, stand, walk, point, play peek-a-boo, chew, clap, sleep through the night, laugh, smile, climb, say dog (or sometimes it means duck), turn the TV on and off, play with about 20 different toys, drink from a cup, and probably another dozen or so things that someone my age takes completely for granted.
I learned to love a little boy.