Where'd my baby go?

In looking at pictures from his first birthday party, I keep seeing a little boy instead of a baby. This is only a prelude, my boy did his cake-loving heritage proud by ( eventually smashing it to the same height as his highchair tray )

This has been the best & worst weekend I've had in a long time. It's very rare that I can go from literally shaking with rage to beaming with joy and finding a constant peace somewhere in between for the better part of three days. God willing, all the anger & negativity are now far, far behind us with only a healthy dose of dysfunctionality ahead.