We partied hard yesterday. The weather was gorgeous, the kids had fun, and I have officially thrown my last first birthday party. Unless I get to help with one of my grandkid's. But I can barely handle the fact that I have a one-year-old, so let's not go there.
The Cake. The dark specks? That's what happens when you don't do a crumb coat first.
Boober's very own little cake.
First taste. The warm up. The red splotches are Fifth Disease. Nice for your birthday, no?
He enjoyed the cake. Pretty much that whole piece. We stopped him before he exploded blue everywhere.
He's cute, no?
So it's done. I have a lovely brown-eyed toddler now. Excuse me while I shuffle off to bathroom to sniffle a little.