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MarMar Makes One

Today is Marcus' 1st birthday, and we celebrated in style. Instead of throwing a massive party at the beach (been there, did that yesterday), we decided to have a low-key celebration at home. And since I'm taking off for the telescope later today we went for breakfast-style birthday, complete with eggs, turkey bacon and Erin's extra-special mango muffins with cream cheese icing. As the Hawaiians say: Ono grinds!

Local Hawaiians say that a child "makes one" rather than "turns one." In addition to making one, Marcus also "made a mess" with his muffin. Note the similarities between this picture and this picture from Owen's 1st birthday (below). Some similarities were planned, others were not.

Check out that spread! Amazingly, 4 muffins remain at the time of this writing.
Mar loves his new dump truck that he received from our downstairs neighbor Auntie Elizabeth. Not to be outmatched, Owen rolls up with his bigger dump truck.

Comments

Karin said…
Happy birthday to Marcus! I love the brothers & dump trucks photo...a classic! (any chance the muffin recipe could be posted too :-)
Amy P said…
I was this |----| close to getting Mar that same dump truck! Good thing I found some better race cars. :)
Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday, Marcus! :) Love the idea of a breakfast birthday, especially with those yummy muffins!

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