In other news, it has been as hot as first 8 circles of hell here as of late (isn't the ninth one where the devil is like freezing himself in place w/ his bat wings? Dante? Can you help me on this one? Oh, sorry, you've been dead for a really long time so no, I guess not). I honestly don't mind heat the way I mind cold, what with our little window ACs doing their bestest, but I am ready for this junk to be over. It makes me sleepy and depressed and that's no way to be when there's a Gwendy around, demanding games and snacks and "UP! UP! UP!".
My lovely inlaws took Gwen for some official-type portraits for her one-year birthday. Below are the lovely results, as well as some birthday highlights.
Elmo was introduced to make her smile. I should have known he'd become the center of her universe for the next half hour and she'd refuse to part with him...
"As God is my witness, I will never be without Elmo again!"
First thing she did when cake prop was introduced: rip that little "1" right off.
"Fools. I am surrounded by fools, and God help me, I like it."
And now, candids:
In her Queen Bee hat at her party, kersplashing in her water table.
I made the flower and bee cake and it was great. Until I cleft the pink petals in twain to serve them and they looked like cake-vaginas. True story.