Miss America happened, and then Clay turned one. My timeline for things is intense, yes?
Sickness hit our house just in time for Colt and Clay to get sick one right after the other. But, this is nothing new to families with kids; I am preaching to the choir there. Clay is a sad sickie. He is just sad. Puppy dog sad. Rip your heart out sad, and it was on his birthday. I tried so hard to do a cake smash and some other pictures all by myself, and he just sad there and sobbed. I think I might be confusing some of you. No fit throwing, just ugly girl crying THE WHOLE TIME.
Luckily, Colt stepped in. He was willing to do anything if I would let him go at that cake. As you can see, I took advantage of that. It kind of encouraged Clay to enjoy it a tad, but not the dream happiness you hope for. Eh. Oh well.