And then this?
And now you look like this:
I don't even know if I can call you a baby any more (even though I still do), because you are a big one year old! And you run all over the place and get into as much trouble as you possibly can!
I call you my little piggy, because, well you are. You love to eat and you love your puppy maggie, (you love her food as well. BLECH!). As soon as you hear me coming you take off in the opposite direction as fast as those chubby feet will take you.
Happy late birthday baby!