My first birthday.
by Jack Schmeichel
A year ago when I joined this family already in progress, my mom cursed c-sections. But not really, because she got me nice and healthy. And that's worth a big smile on her belly, right?
I was very handsome. My mom says I have big, juicy lips that all the girls are going to love. Ew.
The only downside is, I kind of cried a lot. You can't have it all, though.
Did I mention I cried a lot?
Anyway...on to my rockin' first birthday.
My mom decorated.
That's me, the birthday boy!
Yum, lasagne. my mom is the best cook evah.
This is the first birthday cake I've ever had. It is a two-layer dark chocolate cake. My mom is a whiz with chocolate. Okay, she told me to say that. I don't even really know what that means, but it was good.
I kept sucking the chocolate off my fingers. Sweet.
That is one big chunk of cake. See how I am sliding to the side? That's because I was falling asleep while eating. I'm a man, dude. That's what we do.
It's 8:00. 15 minutes past my bedtime. Put a fork in me, I'm done.
Saying good-night and thank you to my family and friends.
And here's my gift to you...
I'm naked! Whoo! Good times!!!