Happy Birthday, Stockton!

Stockton whimpered only once when he came into the world; he didn't cry. Ever since he was born, he has been known as our little puppy dog. Now can you tell what the above picture is? :)

Have a good birthday, Stocky Boy?

Stockton did his habitual run-his-hand-through-his-hair thing while he ate his cupcake. And, like Parker, he didn't tear into the treat and wolf it down. He merely was his normal, messy-eating self with a touch of artistic flair as he dabbed in the frosting and painted his bare chest.

Ahh... a day well celebrated.

A year has gone so fast, Stockton! You have been such a happy baby, sleeping like an angel since day two (with a few poppy diaper complaints, and screaming-for-half-an-hour nights here and there), and can eat nearly as much as Daddy can in one sitting! We love you, Baby Boy Stockton!