So here we are... The journey of my 1yo sushi roll!
Wow! A year already…. My, my, Roman, how you’ve grown!
Stefon and I have gotten plenty of questions asking us what were doing for Roman’s first birthday. We are doing, to us, what should be done….NOT a thing. We celebrated him with life and love and his favorite food, cajun chicken pasta and of course a mini cake. And guess what?!? My baby was perfectly okay with that.
You should’ve seen the looks in some peoples faces when I told them what were doing, or… what were not doing. Some gave us the ‘Im not judging but I’m judging you faces. That sour, struggled smile when you’re trying to hide the real you .
We left the over exaggerated, character themed, $100 cake, party supplies, streamers, and bloody mess in the past. We knew better from the unnecessary spending from our first born, Ezra’s, 1st birthday. We went all out and spent unthinkable money while he threw a tantrum in the corner because to him, it was nap time.
Now Im not saying that we did it the right way, but we did it our way.
This little shrimp has brought so much joy to our family. The true definition of a sour patch kid. Literally, every time I see the commercial come on the TV, he is the little red one.
To my sweet, willful, curious, lively baby boy – I cannot wait to witness the magic you will put into this world.
Olive Juice, my dear…Roman.
(reading lips, ‘Olive Juice’, seems ‘I love you’) -The Other Sister, 1999 movie