The lobster turns one!

A year ago today, Robbie was chillin in his own private jacuzzi of amniotic fluid, happily chowing down on...blood? via his umbilical chord. 

A year ago today, he took his first breath, and used his vocal chords for the first time. 

Today he stole potato chips from his brother.   Took off his shoes.  Giggled, spat, laughed, got angry.  Crawled, climbed, stood, kissed, waved.   He has two giant front teeth that make him like a cartoon character, and blue eyes that I'm still expecting to turn brown.  

I'm bummed his first year has gone by so quickly.  That said, it was a rough, awful year but he was the sunshine that kept us all happy. 

Happy Birthday Robbie.