Here are some things Wesley did on his Last Day as a One Year Old.

He went outside to play.

He read books.

When the joy of functional play wore off he resorted to random destruction.

So I stuck him in front of the TV to give me some respite. Can I tell you how much I love Signing Time videos? Wes only recently developed an attention span for them, but he really seems to enjoy them. I’ve never seen him quite so entranced.

Today I made a cake for his birthday, which we will hopefully celebrate tomorrow along with another BYU Cougar win.

And how do I celebrate Wesley’s Last Day as a One Year Old? By remembering the painful contractions I was having exactly two years ago tonight and then rejoicing that I’m not in labor today! Instead of moaning through pain I’m listening to Zumba music, updating my blog, and eating ice cream. Happy Last Day!

Yesterday Wes didn’t take a nap until later in the afternoon. When he woke up John put him on the floor of his room with a bottle of milk to drink. A few minutes later I passed by and found this:

We’ve had door-to-door salesmen stop by each day this week. Sometimes I think I should post a sign on my door like the ones I see on some of my neighbors’ doors that say, “No Soliciting.”

But mine would be more specific.

“Do not knock on my door if I don’t know you.
Do not knock on my door if I don’t want to talk to you.
Do not knock on my door if I’m not dressed yet.
Do not knock on my door if the baby is crying.
Do not knock on my door if I’m in the middle of something.
ESPECIALLY do not knock on my door if you’re going to ask me if my mom is home.”

That last rule is the real deal breaker. No matter how promising your sales pitch is, you don’t stand a chance when you ask a 28-year-old woman who’s married, has a kid, a mortgage, and a college degree if her mom’s home.

And every single salesman, every single time, asks me that. Even when I’m holding Wes.

At least it cuts their visits really short.

Today I learned that Wesley has a new skill: