Peter had his first birthday during our stay in Houston. Despite the amazing experiences we were having as a family, I’d be lying if I said my mom guilt didn’t kick in over not being able to give him a first birthday party surrounded by grandparents and other family. Mom guilt is a tricky, dangerous thing.
Our friends really stepped up and helped us make it a fun birthday. We had cupcakes and ice cream, and of course there were presents. He seemed to have a good time, though naturally he didn’t really understand what was going on. New toys, cake and ice cream, and a bit of extra attention… it’s a winning combination. He’ll never remember it, but someday he can look back at pictures and know he was loved and celebrated. And that’s what really matters.
Enjoy some pictures of the festivities!
The guest of honor, not willing to be separated from Diana’s giant sock monkey
Here come the cupcakes!
Mesmerized by the flame, clearly with no idea why his food was on fire.
Emelie got to blow out the rest of the candles.
A careful little taste at first…
Then a handful of icing…
Not loving the feeling of icing between his fingers, he tried a hands-free approach…
And seemed to decide that this was the best way to eat a cupcake.
Big sister likes cupcakes too!
Time for presents!
Yay! A ball!
And a fire truck!
Thanks Diana, Micke, and Nancy for helping us give our little guy a special day! Once again you were a second family for us. Thanks for loving our kids so well!