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Actually, you've been one for over three weeks, but we've been having so much fun playing with your one-year-old self that I've hardly had time to sit down and write in your blog. And what fun it's been! 
About a month ago you hit the big o-n-e! We spent the day quietly with just your Mother, Me and you! It was a lovely day with lots of playing inside, 
outside, fun pictures to be taken and good cuddles...
and eat a delicious avocado all over mommy and daddy.
We sang to you and bought you a balloon and just - all in all- had a wonderful day.
A week later we revisited the birthday theme with a lot of family and friends. That's right...it was your first birthday party!
A bunch of great folks came out to help you celebrate your 365th day on earth!
Everyone had so much fun!
Except for you. For just a little bit of it.
That's right: you had a major meltdown, and so I took you outside, where you and I watched the festivities from the window.
But your doldrums got a little better when we sang to you and gave you your first "cake!"
But, alas, you didn't really like the cake too much. But you did like plain old bananas a lot!
And, then you started to have fun again! Playing with and hugging/climbing on your loved ones!
Despite the minor meltdown, I'd say you had a great time at your first birthday party. you got to be with a lot of very cool people who love you very much. It'd be easy to say that the end of your first year gives a sense of closure... I mean, you're not a baby anymore, you're a toddler. You're not "Zero" any more-- You're "One." You're growing up so fast...too fast...right before our eyes!
But, this isn't an ending, it's a new beginning, and this year -and all the years to follow- will be full of new adventures, new fun, new milestones and new experiences for Mommy, Daddy and Aidan as we continue to learn and grow as a family (and Toby and Preston too).
We love you, birthday boy. And although we'll never forget our time with you as a baby, we are so thrilled to be with you everyday as you grow into a little boy.
I guess technically, I shouldn't call this journal "To Baby Weinstein, From your Dad" anymore--you're no longer a baby. But, you know what, I understand know when my Mom (your Mimi) would tell me that no matter how old or tall I got, I would always be her baby.
I feel the same way, Aidan: you will always be our baby, whether you're 1, 10 or 100. Happy Birthday, Baby-- we love you!
