Last weekend God blessed us with a little baby who celebrated her very first birthday. Nothing would do but for the grandparents, both sets, to travel Memphis to help celebrate.
We really have not spent a lot of time with our daughter and her family because of you know what. But I was informed that we were going to the party--that was just something you do. I was also told that my presence is expected at all of these parties in the future. This was not required of the male gender when I was growing up.
I kept asking all the silly questions, like what kind of games we were going to play, Red Rover, Pin the Tail on the Donkey? These were the things we did when I was a kid. They said that Anne Caroline was a little too small for games at this point. I’m thinking okay, then why the big party? If you can’t have inflatables and that kind of stuff, what is the point?
Well, we had a smash cake--I’m thinking food fight. Not the case. This is yet another opportunity to make pictures when the birthday girl dives in with both fists.
The food was a little up-scale for little chill’ins. There were fancy sandwiches with chicken salad. There was one of those cakes like you see in a magazine with those crunchy little beads that are like bbs. I thought I had cracked a tooth. Not sure you are supposed to eat those. The few moms and I had, well, punch and let’s just say it wasn’t Koolaid.
Those toddlers have a sophisticated palette. They like things like pizza dip and corn dip. Who would have ever thought that?
These young-uns are pretty demanding too. We had to get up early to start with all the preparations for the day.
It finally came down to opening presents. There were some real special ones and some that raised some eyebrows. Anne Caroline now has her own monogrammed golf cart, thanks to Poppie and Fancy.
One of the gifts that raised a few eyebrows was the skull of a cadaver. It drew some funny looks and attention. However, it was part of med-school so it had to be returned.
There were clothes and some sporty toys, gifts that pretty much ran the full gamut. As you can imagine, it was not terribly long before the some of the party-goers got tired and their moms and a few dads hustled them together and bid their adieus. For some strange reason I think this was about more than just the little kiddies--it was a fun get together.
Well, I guess you only turn one year old one time so it was worth all the time and effort.
