baby’s turn

I recently added a post for my niece’s 6th birthday, and now I have to get to what we did the next day – celebrate her sister’s 1st birthday!  After all the fanfare with the tea and the dresses and gloves and boas, this birthday party was a little more relaxed.  We had a family of neighbors and Lilly’s teacher (also my sister’s friend) over for pizza and cupcakes.  I don’t think Lilly had any idea what was going on, but she did seem to enjoy the birthday serenade put on by the other kids, and she had no problem attacking that cake.

This was all over 5 months ago, and she’s a different kid now.  And although I love the big, running, smiling girl she is now, looking back at these made me miss the baby she was then.

Here’s an overview of the day:

 

Morning of the birthday, she liked to spend her early mornings behind the living room curtains in their old house.

Although she’s much changed now, she does still love getting a look at the outdoors.

Minnie Mouse decorations, and time with her favorite teacher.

I could make a whole collage out of images of her sitting with her feet stacked, her hands clasped, and her cheeks sucked in. Her favorite toy at 1 year – the drawer full of aprons and pot holders.

So glad I have a picture of this moment. The guests were served first, but this 4-year-old boy pushed his pizza towards my niece, and sweetly said, “Here, Sara Beth, you can have mine.” Which she took without hesitation. (Her dad came over and gave it back to him.)

Brief moment with the mouse ears in place.

Ok, just one more in this pose. This time with the birthday dress.

There’s nothing like a little personal band performance on you birthday.

She doesn’t stay quite so still as this now.

Begin all the gratuitous cake-face shots.

Our blue-eyed token baby friend guest.

Help from sister with the gifts.

After 2 days of partying, the girls are beat.

 

 

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