Cole has a Blue Face

It is hard to believe that Cole is one year old. He has grown from tiny little baby to a big, strong independent little man. We have grown and learned so much since his arrival. We can't imagine our days without him (although we do still remember sleeping in and how wonderful that is!). FYI - Kristin wrote this cheesey part!

Cole had a few birthday celebrations over the long weekend. The first celebration was on Thanksgiving at Kristin's parent's house. Uncle Ben couldn't make it home from Philly, Jeremy and Karla can't travel because their baby is due to arrive any minute, Amy and Paul and the kids were celebrating in Sheboygan this year and Jess had to work - but despite missing all his aunts, uncles and cousins Cole had quite the crowd ready to help him party. He had both sets of Grandparents, both his Great Grandmas and Kristin's cousin Rob. After rejecting his Thanksgiving meal and instead eating applesauce, Cole dove into his cake. He LOVED us all singing to him and smiled and clapped.

Robot Cake!

After eating his cake Cole had a blue face! A long long time ago, I ate a giant blue gumball. I ended up with blue all around my mouth. Jer and Amy, my loving mean, older siblings, decided to chant, "Nicky's got a blue face." I  hated this and would throw a fit and cry. They thought it was hilarious and even after the blue got washed off, if they chanted, "Nicky's got a blue face" I would react...so of course they did it all the time. So it was funny when Cole ended up with a blue face. Luckily mean Amy and Jeremy were not there to tourture him. And to my friends - I am willing to punch you if we start thinking this is funny again.

Other highlights: Cole got some awesome birthday presents. My mother made Cole and I matching winter hats, which are awesome. The first one she made was huge, so my Dad was also lucky enough to get one. I think we all look pretty good.

Tissue paper was a favorite snack

Yesterday was Cole's real birthday. Kristin and I both took the day off from work and hung out with the birthday boy. We took a walk in the cold and did a lot of playing and tried to teach Cole to say, "I'm one." We met Grandma Debbie for dinner at Balistreri's and Cole ate pizza and cake. Not a bad birthday dinner.

The night before his birthday we started to tell Cole the highlights of his arrival. At 8:30pm (Nov. 29th - Kristin's birthday) Kristin's water broke, then we went to the hospital...and waited and waited. And finally, 22 hours later, on the 30th, Cole arrived at 4:37. He had SO much hair and a bad case of baby cone head. We can't believe it has been a whole year already!

Happy Birthday Cole (we named you Henry for about 56 minutes)!