Our little Perry turned ONE! Ahhhh, time flies so fast!!
Sorry Perry, but your first birthday was kinda lame. Really lame, actually. You didn't even get a cake. You did get sung to, but it was a pitiful attempt.
If you can't tell from the pictures, Both Megan and Carter are lying on towels on the couch with a throw up bowl each. See, what happened was that the night before your birthday, you threw up. A lot. And you threw up a lot the next day, your birthday. You were one sick little boy. Then, once you got better, I was about to go to the store and get a cake, when Megs and Carter got sick. And then they were sick for days. We decided to go ahead and let you open your gift, which didn't even get wrapped due to Mommy and Daddy being sick, but didn't get a cake. You're appetite wasn't back and none of us could eat.
And after everyone got better, Derrick got sick with this weird rash, and then...then it was just too late. So you didn't get a cake. Sorry.
But you did get a ride on car, which you loved. And since you didn't know better about the cake, you didn't care.
Perry, you make our family happy. You are the most loved baby ever. You make us smile with everything you do. It has been an absolute joy having you in our lives. We love you so much!!!!