But on Saturday, she turned 1. I can still barely believe it.
She opened a band in a box on her birthday morning, and the boys wasted no time helping her make music.
Piano: Also a huge hit with all
Ben was on spring break last week, and even though we worked on the party everyday, we were still running way, way behind on the morning of, when Dorothy (OF COURSE) did not go down for morning nap. Things got stressful, and Ben had a full-on panic attack. He gets panic attacks every couple of years-- in fact he was hospitalized with one on Harry's 4th birthday because he thought he was having a heart attack. He freaked out and called his parents, his sister, and our college friends and CANCELED THE PARTY, claiming that he was sick with a stomach bug which is, of course, a sure fire way to make people not want to come to your house. I made him drink some water (he panics when he gets dehydrated-- you should see him chugging water when I am in labor) and call everyone back. Because we worked hard on this party! Our friends are awesome and know that we are bat shit crazy, so they said no problem, we're on our way. Then my brother had a work drama and had to back out at the last minute, so our 21-person party was reduced to 14 guests. WHICH? MOAR CUPCAKES, I say.
My mom helped me use extra china to make little cake stands for our sweets table. That's a tablecloth my grandma made when she was a kid!
While I made sure to get pictures of all the STUFF, I really sucked at taking pictures of others. Luckily my dad took pictures of me and Dorothy on his iPad and shared his photostream
Okay. seriously. A thousand pictures of Dorothy eating her cake and throwing it on the floor. At one point she laid her head on it and hugged it, but I did not get a picture of that:
After the party we went out for dinner with my parents, and OH MY GOD look how big my top knot is! It's almost the size of my damn head.