Yesterday we finally celebrated Baby Chickadee’s first birthday. The party was originally set for the 19th, and although I knew that was Father’s Day, I did not also think about the fact that the party was on that day. One half of my brain was planning the baby’s party and making invitations, while the other part of my brain was calculating when I needed to order Daddy’s gift in order for it to arrive in time. Never once did the two wave to each other and say, “Hey! We’re planning two totally different events for the exact same day!” It wasn’t until Hubby called his family to let them know about the party that his dad nicely questioned, “You know that’s Father’s Day, right?” Hubby mouthed the question to me, I nodded because yes, I knew, but then the two factions of my brain looked at one another, the lightbulb went on, and they said “Oh yeah! Maybe we shouldn’t ask the uncles and grandpas to give up their day to celebrate a baby’s birthday when she doesn’t even know what is going on.” So Hubby re-called all his family and told them the NEW party day. After Shawn hung up the phone his son, whose birthday often falls on Memorial Day or the weekend of, sighed and shook his head. “Poor Baby Chickadee.”
But a party was had and a fun party it was. Lots of good food, a pretty cake, and an even prettier baby.
The obligatory shot of her messy face as she eats her cake:
even with a messy face she still stops me with her gorgeousness
Look closely and you can see Baby Chickadee and Hubby with the same expression:
the most wonderful present!
She felt betrayed by her brother and sister:
I don't want to pose for a picture! I thought you were going to help me walk around!
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I like how in the second picture you can clearly see Uncle Todd playing with his phone while the baby was opening her birthday presents. And by “like” I mean, “don’t like at all.”
OMG! Caught in the act! This one may be told ad infinitum!