The (Belated) Obligatory
June 15, 2012
So you probably thought that since we were en route to Aruba on Ike's first birthday proper, you were going to be spared the excruciatingly boring "Baby's First Cupcake" photo essay, aka Why Do Parents Think It Is Cute To Post Pictures Of Kids With Poop-Colored Schmutz On Their Faces.
BISH, PLZ. It's like you don't know me at all. I am a slave to tradition. Or maybe it's just reruns, given that my children are all soo eerily similar-looking that I could probably post pictures of any of them and be all, "Here! It's Baby Ike! Kinda. It's a blondish round boy baby. Gimme a break, I'm tired."
Baby Ike's first chocolate cupcake experience started out predictably enough, with great dramatic flourish:
Followed quickly with that moment of ZOMG THIS FEELS AMAZING IN MY MOUTHHOLE:
And then the aborable scrunchy-face that results when you are unable to just unhinge your entire jaw to cram more cake inside at once:
Aaaaand the dawning realization that historically, we enjoyed this ritual at home. Usually sans clothing. Why did we...oh, right. The mess. The terrible, terrible mess.
Not to be indelicate, but just BE YE WAY GRATEFUL that you can't see what's happening below his waist, because at some point Ike decided he was full. But since he didn't want to relinquish control of the cupcake (leftovers, yo!), he decided to hide it. On the high chair. Under his butt. Yeeeeah. Squish.
Applause! Hooray cupcakes! Hooray for smushed chocolate frosting in your thigh rolls! Hooray for being at the one age of your entire life when smushed chocolate frosting in your thigh rolls could possibly be considered not weird at all!
And that's when things got kind of weird:
NO, BUT SERIOUSLY. THIS BIB TASTES AMAZING.
FORGET CUPCAKES. THIS BIB IS BLOWING MY MIND.
It is true. The bib got a much bigger and more enthusiastic reaction than the cupcake did. I'm not really surprised, though. Ike is my third baby. I'm super laidback and go-with-the-flow now, in ways I probably wasn't when Noah and Ezra were this age.
In other words: that bib was positively FILTHY.
PS. Baby Ike, Imma let you finish, but Baby Ezra had the best "Baby's First Cupcake" reaction shots of all time. OF ALL TIME!