One Year of Theo

Today my baby boy turned one. ONE. How is that even possible? It feels like yesterday I was holding this tiny human who couldn’t even hold his own head up, and now he’s toddling around the house like he owns the place (which, let’s be honest, he basically does).

One Year of Theo

The smash cake was… exactly what you’d expect. Theo approached it with the same enthusiasm he brings to everything else - face first, no hesitation. The boy has zero self-preservation instincts and apparently that extends to dessert. Marcus was dying laughing behind the camera while I tried not to think about the chocolate that was definitely getting into places chocolate should never go.

Sophie tried to “help” him open presents, which really meant she opened everything herself while Theo was more interested in the wrapping paper.

The toddle-fall-toddle cycle in action

But watching him toddle around clutching that plastic triceratops (his current obsession) with chocolate still smeared on his cheek… this is what happiness looks like, you guys. One year of pure chaos and I wouldn’t change a single drooly kiss.

Here’s to year two, Theo James. May it involve slightly less face-planting and slightly more napkin usage. But honestly, probably not.