Mateo, my sweet, you are One today.
Well, technically, it's not really your birthday because you were born on a leap year, but we are celebrating having you with us for a year. Already!
It seems like you've been lighting up our lives for a lot longer than twelve months; I can't imagine our little family without you. Your serious big blue eyes suggest a wisdom far beyond your year(s), but every time I hear those deep giggles spilling out of you, I know you're going to be a silly as your big brother. Thanks for every time you've lain your head on my shoulder and sighed a sigh as big as the world. It makes me feel worthy to be your mom. You're an expert cuddler, a clear sign that you belong in this family.
There are just a few little things I'd like to bring up, since we're having this talk. Now that you are crawling, please don't eat every speck of dust or unidentified object that you find on the floor, OK? I've already increased the vacuuming by at least 50%, but I'm only human.
I really appreciate you being slightly more tolerable to my cooking than Noah ever was, still, you could step things up a little in that department. Oh, and pretty soon you're going to find out that nursing is not the solution to life's problems. I'm sorry.
I will say this, though: bacon comes pretty close.
I love you, my baby. Happy Birthday!
To my readers: I know you're looking for the cake recipe, but you'll have to wait just a little bit! It's all coming to you in its Lemon Raspberry Layer Cake goodness VERY SOON (decorated with a "Pat the Bunny" theme), but right now I am just too tired! Time to kiss the birthday boy goodnight, his big brother too, and put my feet up.