This weekend, BG and I took a few days off from all the yard destruction to celebrate one of the best projects we've worked on together. Our babyest baby of them all, Lil C, turned one. Everyone thought we were crazy to host a party only a couple weekends after moving in, but we couldn't help ourselves. We feted her with a spring chick eggstravaganza.
^Thanks, Martha, for the ideas!
The party went smoothly, except for the nightmarish moment when I dared to put Lil C into her high chair for cake. She started shrieking like a baby monkey being pulled from the trees of the jungle on to the circus train. There's no audio to share, so you'll just have to take my word for it. In the end, she came around and showed that cake a good time:
That apple sure didn't fall far from the tree. Baby has a sweet tooth. Or six.
The party concluded with an egg hunt in the front yard. As far as we know, our miniature guests brought home lots of candy and no poison ivy. Success!