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Ivo's FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY PICS. ONE YEAR. I know this is the second "first birthday post" but I am going to think of this post as an Oscar acceptance speech. Imagine me crying, in a dress that is about to fall off, if I didn't have double sided tape.

I would like to thank, first and foremost, John, for being the best daddy that ever lived. Under these circumstances, how crazy this whole thing has been with film festivals, swimming down the Amazon, and whatnot, he has been THE most awesome father and husb--- boyfr---- whatever, that he could possibly be. I LOVE this man. And Ivo loves him so much, it actually makes me a little jealous.

I would like to thank my mother, for being the best grandma ever, coming down here and whipping the house into shape and giving me the peace of mind to go do what I needed to do, and trust that Ivo was handled. This is a woman who is willing to stand around as he sits in the sink tripping on water dripping for an hour, or tries to get into the fridge, or eats a blade of grass.. she is like the baby Zen Master lady. KUDOS, to you Mom, it makes me wonder how you did it with me AND Christy. I never thought I would call my whirlwind mother "zen", but there it is.

------this is where the music comes in and cuts me off, but fuck it, cuz this is a blog post, not the oscars-------

I would also like to thank Carolyn and my sister, Christy, for being Ivo devotees and admirers, babysitting and hanging with the I. and being the family love that this child must devour everyday. Especially when Mommy and Daddy NEED A BREAK!

Also of COURSE, my dad (for being the best at reminding me what Ivo needs on a practical level) and Danielle and Stephen (who kept me sane) and Lib and Ray (who kept me sane) and Selah and Katie and Amy (who REALLY kept me sane) and now all of a sudden I am getting nervous naming all these names on this rather anonymous blog, so don't hate me if I named you, cuz it's out of love.

Happy 1st Birthday Ivo. You are so much more than I expected.