One

Well Peeps, it's official.  I'm all grown up.
One.
I started out like this:

And now look at me:

I've had an awesome year.  I know a billion things, like how to take a few steps, how to say some words, how to scream until mom let's me play with the phone, how to snorgle so dad holds me in the night and how to share food with Sister Lab.  I might not have any teeth, but I can still eat like a champ.  And mom is very proud that I've never been sick! 

I bet the next year is going to be even better!