Ding, dong, the goop is dead!

Before:

After:

Good riddance, clogged tear duct! We had a surgery scheduled downtown for later this month, but the duct decided to clear up on its own a couple of weeks before Damon's first birthday. Still, I waited to cancel the appointment until last week, just in case the duct somehow regooped. Fortunately, though, it's clear saline (get it?) for us from now on.

And, speaking of birthdays, here's Damon gooping up the rest of his face with cake.

I'm so glad that at least one of my children actually tasted their birthday cake. Olivia poked hers and then stepped on it; Carmen wouldn't even touch it. 

And after his cake he got a sink bath:

I love my little boy so much, from the top of his curly head to his wiggly little potato-toes. He is a funny little creature, toddling around our house babbling to himself and getting into everything:

He is indefatigable in his destruction - I could take a sharp, breakable, or electronic object away 1000 times, and he'd still scale stairs, chairs, and tables to go after it. If his hair wasn't so curly and his belly so soft, he'd be sold to the gypsies by now for sure.

And, because this picture was so cute, here's Carmen: