When you turn one there's really not much to say. Sometimes you oooh and aaaah at a few of the new words that come out of your mouth, but a lot of times, you just sit, stare, drool, and sometimes crap in the sink because you just thought that was the place everyone went.
I mean last year I could have cared less that I turned one.
Two is when you find out that you have parts, and that when you touch those parts, it feels pretty damn good.
From Wordpress to Blogger to posting two dudes in helmets that you will never ever see me in - yes people - next year I just might post a picture of myself naked.
Let's hope I skip that year.