Tiny Boy was brand new.
I got up at 1:35 to take his picture at the exact minute he turned one like I will do every year until he grows up and moves away.
After a few cautious nibbles at his own little bear cake, he dug in and ate nearly half of it.
With some help from his sister and his cousins he opened his gifts. His favorite? The smoke stack from the little wooden train. That boy loves him a choking hazard.
Happy Birthday Tiny, you are a dream come true.