I don't have anything planned as a birthday post, which makes me panic. Maybe I can just put that video of him dancing to Otis Redding? Oh, might as well put it here:
So now I don't have anything for the birthday post.
I can be all emotional about it and talk about seeing him for the first time, and how the nurse told me it was okay to touch him, but I'd never touched a baby before, so I took it literally and just gently touched him with my finger while taking this photo with the other hand.
And I can talk about how horrible I felt when the nurse took him to get washed, and for a while I just stood there, watching the wrong baby, even though I can see in that two-minutes-old picture the same features I see in the one-year-old. He's less blue now.
I can talk about that whole obsession with milestones we all experience. Praise Allah, he finally has some teeth coming, and he drinks from the cup, and he says some words we pretend to understand. He has less than a week to learn to walk, though. He can't be so far behind Baby Z!
Or I could just put a little picture of the both of us, like this one:
I don't know. I have a few days to come up with something.
And meanwhile, here's a cute little thing I got from Bluestreak.
Now, I know everyone will end up with one of these one day, but it still feels good to get it, especially from this talented writer. And then I pass it over to other bloggers and it gets a little scary. So, if I put your name below, just know that I love your blog. It doesn't mean I want you to write a post about it, it doesn't mean I want you to pass it to someone else, and it doesn't mean you need to acknowledge it in any way. It just means I love your blog. And another thing. If you feel uncomfortable with this pink heart and smiley faces, feel free to use this more masculine version:
So without further, here are some blogs I love (although I love all blogs on the sidebar, really):
Aimeepalooza. Her writing makes me feel, you know?
Woozie. He takes youthful confusion to new levels, and he had provided me with a safe place to use bad words before I felt I could do it here, for which I'll be eternally grateful (but not grateful enough to meet him in the bus station in the middle of the night).
Craig. Let that be a lesson to us all. If you write regularly, and if you put creative effort into every post, people will come.
Oh man, there are so many!
A Free Man writes from the heart! He's the real thing! And Miss Britt is an incredible writer. And Xbox's posts make me want to laugh and cry at the same time. And Wishful is so nice and funny and talented. And Jill has been through so much lately but she still stays happy and full of life, and she makes sure it comes out in every sentence because why shouldn't we be happy, too?
Fuck it. You all get the award! Congratulations!
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