Anthony definitely didn't know what to make of the cupcake with fire on top!Fortunately he didn't try and grab it!


Our montly update
Everyone has been buzzing about the California Academy of Science reopening last week. We all played hookie and went for a visit. It was pretty amazing. We didn't have time to see anywhere near the whole museum. We particularly enjoyed the indoor jungle and the aquarium. Kay and Walt saw the living roof and said it was very neat, too.
Anthony has been seriously teething for a few weeks now. I'm ready for it to end. It hasn't affected his sleep too badly, but he's been pretty cranky. (Plus a minor runny nose and tons of drool.)
At the kid's birthday party we learned that Anthony's biological grandfather works at Walmart right next-door to Chuck-E-Cheese. After the party we went over so that he could meet Anthony. Poor Anthony was pretty much exhausted so we had a quick visit. (Besides, Thomas was working.) Its pretty clear where he gets his curly hair from, though!
Anthony has three older birthsiblings all born within two weeks of each other. (He isn't far behind.) Today was their joint birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. He's got a bit of stranger anxiety and wasn't terribly into being passed around. (We haven't seen them since May.) It was also just a little bit LOUD. He was a relatively good sport about the day, though.
I didn't get pictures but Bob did take him up to sing and dance with the mouse himself.
I decided that this year Anthony was giving everyone books for their birthday.
I've become a bit dissatisfied with the bibs out there. The cheap ones are well, cheap. The nice ones are quite expensive and even those are often not as large as I would like.
I kid you not, I decided to take a Wilton cake decorating class. While my baked goods are always excellent (from scratch, of course), they tend to look a little homemade. That's putting it nicely.
Today was our neighborhood association's annual picnic. (The CPNA is basically a social organization. They sponsor various neighborhood activities; they do not mandate house color. Nor are there dues associated--they get grants from the city and sell advertisements in the local newsletter to fund activities. Volunteers from the CPNA also are on our neighborhood emergency response team.)
Bob's Uncle Bob (everyone else calls him Bob, but I call him Uncle Bob, otherwise it gets too confusing) came down for a nice visit Saturday night. Anthony enjoyed playing with him.
We've been instructed by Anthony's speech therapist to encourage him to "fingerpaint" with his food, to help with his texture issues. (Assuming that's what his problem is.)
We've been increasingly concerned about Anthony's lack of ability with actual solid food. His pediatrician was content to wait until a year, but I decided it was time for a referral to speech therapy.**