Today is my first birthday. Although I really have no idea what's going on, my mom is super excited. Birthdays are a big deal to her, and it's even better now because her own birthdays have become fairly boring. My birthday can now become my mom's biggest day of every year. And it should be! After all, life is much more exciting, lovable, and purposeful with me in it. On my first birthday I: * Walk fast; stop, turn, and walk another direction; bend down to pick something up without falling over; dance by picking up one foot and then another. * Eat everything. I love ravioli and pasta, bread, some veggies, cheese, yogurt, and meatballs. * Blow on food even if it's not hot. I watched my mom do this and now blow on everything. * Bite and rip paper, cardboard, plastic, foam, and anything else chewable. Sometimes in the grocery cart I gnaw and bite my way through food cartons. And if my mom doesn't catch me in time, I eat the corner off the box and watch her quickly rip ...