The Thursday before his birthday, we had is birthday meal at my parents - pizza and a monkey cake. When he saw the cake with the candle in it, he burst into tears. But he was comforted by being able to eat the cake. He couldn't figure out how to get it into his mouth at first, but after a few attempts at eating it like a dog, he grabbed fistfuls and enjoyed the full experience of his cake.
On his birthday we went to a nearby park. The boys had a wonderful time, though it seems that Malcolm might have some environmental allergies. His eyes were red and watery.
Since then, he keeps doing things that surprise me. For instance today it sounded like he said helicopter after we watched one fly over our house and Eamon and I talked about it. He wants to eat whatever is on my plate, and he wants to feed it to himself too. He is on the border of walking, but just doesn't want to try it on his own.
But he is still my little baby and gives the sweetest cuddles and smiles.
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