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Dave Thomas lived in a small apartment on Anderson Lane during the heyday of Willie and Waylon and the Armadillo World Headquarters in 1972. Unfortunately, he was only a year old. He's returned to Austin a couple times since then, most recently arriving from San Angelo in early 2002. He pays the bills as a copy editor and designer, but secretly longs to be a world championship barbecue cook-off judge. He drives a '98 Chevy pickup named after a Billy Joe Shaver song and loves a San Antonio girl named Shannon.

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Birthday No. 1

By Dave Thomas | Tuesday, April 8, 2008, 10:27 AM

We made it. And I’m sure glad we kept it a low-key affair. The boy’s first birthday took a lot out of us and he didn’t even know what was going on.

Here’s the birthday from his perspective:

Hey, everybody is singing to me. There sure are a lot of funny people here. Daddy smells like barbecue smoke. Hey, we get to sit outside. Mmmm. Rib bone. Mmm. Rib bone. Rib bone. Rib bone. Rib bone. Rib bone. Rib bone. Rib bone. What’s this? Cake, you say? What is this “frosting” between my fingers? Let’s give it a taste … sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Tears. Failed nap attempt No. 1. Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Presents! Crinkly paper! Other stuff! Crinkly paper! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Tears. Failed nap attempt No. 2. Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Dinner. Milk. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.

It’s amazing how you can spend Saturday cleaning the house and Monday morning it looks like a federal disaster area. It’s amazing how you can spend Sunday afternoon just entertaining a one-year-old and feel like a zombie on Monday afternoon.

And we want to have another kid? I have to do this more than once a year?

And how is the 1-year-old? He’s thinking about walking. Talking? Well, he’s more into mumbling to himself.

(‘ll post some pictures later this week.)

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