This time last year I was sitting in a hospital bed basking in the joy of having given birth for a second time. I was either gazing at Tebow’s beautiful red hair or trying to figure out why they gave us the smallest hospital room in the joint.

Well, 365 days have passed and Tebow is officially a year old. My baby boy.

Since we have been under renovation at our house, separating our family for a short while, I was fretting over birthday party plans.

See, I have this kind of birthday philosophy. I don’t think birthday parties are a requirement for every birthday. But I do think they are important for the first birthday. It isn’t because the child will remember the perfect cake, the tower of presents, and the many guests. When Fuller turned one, we worked for weeks on a party for him. But it was kind of more of a celebration of us, making it through the first year as parents.

This time around, I had this overwhelming desire to invite people to celebrate Tebow’s first year as a way to say “thank you” to them for blessing our family.
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While we have been visiting/ living in Lake Martin, we have had been blessed with some tasty treats.

These brownies were made by Fuller and me soon after our visit began. Grandma Linda was given a Perfect Brownie Pan as a Christmas gift, so we thought it the perfect time to try it out! It really did make brownies well. (There is an entire flickr set of the process, in case you want to see how the pan really works.)

These funny looking things are “squid” in the making. We went into Montgomery to visit a friend and she was so clever to make this fun lunch for the kiddos. You cut up hot dogs, stick in pieces of spaghetti, then boil them until the spaghetti is cooked al dente. When you pull it out of the water, you have squid!

Last Friday I went to a gourmet grocery store with Linda and came home with a few delicacies such as microbrewed rootbeer. I thought it would be fun to introduce Fuller to rootbeer floats. (Sidenote: a freezer without ice cream at Grandpa Albert’s must be a broken freezer.) Fuller liked it, and since a full bottle was too much for Fuller, I got to have some too.

It was during the root beer float fun that Grandpa Albert taught Fuller how to say, “Over the lips, past the gums, look out stomach, here it comes!” Fuller worked so hard to learn it and say it right. Now, if only he would finally remember the days of the week.