We recently celebrated Lily's 1st birthday. In my quest to become domestic, I decided to bake a chocolate cake from scratch. It was quite a process as I even took time to let the eggs and butter get to room temperature. As I was almost done mixing in the last of the milk into my batter, I looked on the ground to see Lily playing with a knife for who knows how long. I yelled to my mom, "Uh, Lily has a knife." I left the hand mixer in the batter, thinking it was balanced enough, and as I went to get the knife from Lily the batter splattered on the floor and all over the walls, etc. We are still finding batter on window sills and chairs. I've been wanting nice, new knives for awhile, but I'm grateful now that we still have the old, dull ones because Lily came out of it without a scratch. I ended up going to the store to buy a cake as we only had a short time before the party arrived.
The party: My old boss (Ligia) and her daughter (Kassandra) and, of course, Grandma Miller, Jason, Lily, and me. Lily was fascinated by Ligia's curly hair and her glass of ice water, which she happily shared.
Kassandra, who is so good with little kids, and Lily.
Typical Lily: schlepping anything as big or as heavy as herself around the house. This night she found two presents to do just that. Lucky Lily!
We bought her a balloon knowing it would be a hit since our neighbors once gave her their birthday balloon that she fell in love with. I also gave her a birthday morsel. Can you see it? She loved it.
Opening presents from Mom and Dad (a puzzle and magnetic letters (inspired by Heather the Canuck's fridge)). Mom eying Lily's gifts with envy.
Opening presents from Mom and Dad (a puzzle and magnetic letters (inspired by Heather the Canuck's fridge)). Mom eying Lily's gifts with envy.
Writing messages to sweet Grandma Ard. Lily couldn't resist the "I."
4 comments:
Happy Birthday Lily!!!
Yay for first birthdays! It looks like she had a great one. Bummer about the cake, though! That would so happen to me.
Talk about negligent mothering: we left krazy glue laying around and Megan sucked on the bottle. I thought she'd die of a glued trachea, but luckily no harm done. Or you can go to Dec of 2010 on my blog and read about the pee story (titled "mother of the year" or something). You'll feel A LOT better about the knife. Trust me.
Happy Birthday Lily! I can't believe she's one! That was a hilarious story about the knife and the cake batter all over the kitchen. Classic.
Ash, perfect with the letters. And that is the smallest piece of birthday cake I have ever seen a 1 year old eat. NOt to worry about the knives, it could happen to anyone. Every mom has one of those stories, just most of us aren't willing to share them.
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