Happy First Birthday, Veronica!
It is now 10:50 p.m. as I begin to type. You are in your crib, sound asleep.
Your day today started out as so many others do: We woke up. Daddy got you dressed and took you to Debbie's house for the day. You played, napped, and ate there, and had a good time. Later that afternoon, Daddy picked you up (as Mommy sometimes does too) and brought you home.
But then I got home later than usual, bringing in boxes from the supermarket. One held a veggie tray, the other, a huge cake with a Winnie-the-Pooh design with icing that said "Happy 1st Birthday Veronica!" Plus a little cake, with icing designed into a smiley face.
Then other people started arriving, Mommy and Daddy's friends. Heather got here first, followed by Brandon and Amanda, then Dan and Liz, then Darren and Liesel. We all ate, including you, although you just had some crackers, baby food and a sippy cup; the grown-ups had deluxe nachos made by your daddy, veggies, fruit salad, pop, and beer. You were scooting all over the kitchen floor as we all milled about; you knew you were the center of attention, and everyone fussed over you in your cute little sailor dress.
We then went into the living room, where I started opening up packages - you had no interest in them as presents, only what was inside. You got pretty clothes, hats you wouldn't wear no many how many times we stuck them on your head, and a couple books; you didn't care. You got some new toys, though, and went nuts for them. Mission accomplished. :-)
Our friend Susan arrived after that, flustered, having thought the party was supposed to be tomorrow night instead until Heather had called her. She brought you a toy as well. Everyone mingled. Liesel and a few of the other guests played with you. Dan and Liz had bought you the new Usher CD at our request; when "Yeah" came on, you bounced and kicked your feet. Everyone laughed and started dancing along. It was sweet.
We all talked and laughed and played with you, watching you play on your own too with your new toys. Brandon tried to fix the scanner on our computer here, so that I could scan the pictures we'll soon have developed and post them for your Aunt Pam, who had sent you an e-mail wishing you a happy birthday.
Then we went into the kitchen, where Daddy had placed a drop cloth over the floor, and set you down in front of the little smiley-face cake. You played a bit with the icing, never quite figuring out to eat the cake (so aptly labeled as a "smash cake" by the grocery store bakery) and got upset when you just kept smearing icing all over yourself. Daddy filmed you, while Heather and I took pictures.
We finally gave you a bath, the water quickly turning greenish like some of the icing that covered you. Liesel and I dried you off and put you into your pajamas while Daddy cut the big cake for everyone else. We laid you into bed, and our guests finally left. It looked like they all had a nice time, and it was good seeing them all.
Which leads us to now, with you in this world for one full year. It's now 11:03 p.m.
Happy First Birthday, Veronica. I hope it was a good one, and the first of decades more to come.
It is now 10:50 p.m. as I begin to type. You are in your crib, sound asleep.
Your day today started out as so many others do: We woke up. Daddy got you dressed and took you to Debbie's house for the day. You played, napped, and ate there, and had a good time. Later that afternoon, Daddy picked you up (as Mommy sometimes does too) and brought you home.
But then I got home later than usual, bringing in boxes from the supermarket. One held a veggie tray, the other, a huge cake with a Winnie-the-Pooh design with icing that said "Happy 1st Birthday Veronica!" Plus a little cake, with icing designed into a smiley face.
Then other people started arriving, Mommy and Daddy's friends. Heather got here first, followed by Brandon and Amanda, then Dan and Liz, then Darren and Liesel. We all ate, including you, although you just had some crackers, baby food and a sippy cup; the grown-ups had deluxe nachos made by your daddy, veggies, fruit salad, pop, and beer. You were scooting all over the kitchen floor as we all milled about; you knew you were the center of attention, and everyone fussed over you in your cute little sailor dress.
We then went into the living room, where I started opening up packages - you had no interest in them as presents, only what was inside. You got pretty clothes, hats you wouldn't wear no many how many times we stuck them on your head, and a couple books; you didn't care. You got some new toys, though, and went nuts for them. Mission accomplished. :-)
Our friend Susan arrived after that, flustered, having thought the party was supposed to be tomorrow night instead until Heather had called her. She brought you a toy as well. Everyone mingled. Liesel and a few of the other guests played with you. Dan and Liz had bought you the new Usher CD at our request; when "Yeah" came on, you bounced and kicked your feet. Everyone laughed and started dancing along. It was sweet.
We all talked and laughed and played with you, watching you play on your own too with your new toys. Brandon tried to fix the scanner on our computer here, so that I could scan the pictures we'll soon have developed and post them for your Aunt Pam, who had sent you an e-mail wishing you a happy birthday.
Then we went into the kitchen, where Daddy had placed a drop cloth over the floor, and set you down in front of the little smiley-face cake. You played a bit with the icing, never quite figuring out to eat the cake (so aptly labeled as a "smash cake" by the grocery store bakery) and got upset when you just kept smearing icing all over yourself. Daddy filmed you, while Heather and I took pictures.
We finally gave you a bath, the water quickly turning greenish like some of the icing that covered you. Liesel and I dried you off and put you into your pajamas while Daddy cut the big cake for everyone else. We laid you into bed, and our guests finally left. It looked like they all had a nice time, and it was good seeing them all.
Which leads us to now, with you in this world for one full year. It's now 11:03 p.m.
Happy First Birthday, Veronica. I hope it was a good one, and the first of decades more to come.
posted by Maranie @ 11:03 PM
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