Milton just turned 1 this week, and I have taken some time to think about how he has impacted my life.
For the first 6 months there were times when I thought I couldn't do it. He chewed his way through so many things, refused to be housebroken, he kept waking me up at night because he had to go... I have no idea how I did it.
But I made it. And now he's the sweetest, cutest little thing and much more well behaved. Love him to bits. At least once a day I pick him up, squeeze him and say 'Milton, why are you so cute?!'
To mark his birthday, I baked him a cake. Well, baked myself a cake. It was a blueberry lemon cake.
Milton never gets human food but since it was his birthday, concessions were made. He got one tenth of a slice.
Mommy, why can't I have cake every day?