Last month Lochlan had his first birthday. It is hard to believe that Micro Man is a year old, walking, and starting to talk. We had a party at our house, invited our friends and neighbors over for a pot luck, played in the backyard after the rain cleared, and ate chocolate cake! As far as I can tell, a good time was had by all--especially the guest of honor, who despite seeming a bit confused about why so many people were paying so much attention to him, retained his characteristic equanimity.
We did not go overboard on presents, mostly because there are so many age-appropriate toys in the house already from Liam (plus, well, he's ONLY ONE). However, Lochlan will turn just about any object into a drumstick and start beating out a rhythm on any available surface. Every time we go to the Zoomazium, he makes a beeline for the African drums in the toddler section and just goes to town. I usually have to pull him off the djembe when it's time to go. So we got him some drums, and they were, er, a hit.
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