The Party

As long as the itty bitties are, well, itty bitty, we will probably have one joint birthday party for Kyle and Emily. Partly to help mama keep her sanity semi-intact, and partly as a favor to our family and friends. Being the intelligent mother that I am, I do realize that eventually this plan will not work indefinitely, and that the day will come when Kyle will not want to share his birfday,  not even with his Elowee.

Both of the kids were sleeping as all of the guest arrived, and one by one Daddy went to wake up the littles. I wish I had captured the moments on film, but alas you will just have to relive the moment in your imagination. Kyle was first, and as he rounded the corner, bobo in hand, he was less than excited to see a room full of people when all he usually wants is to cuddle with mom or dad upon waking from his nap. It took a few minutes for the scene to set in, but once he spied the balloons and presents, he was all smiles.

Emily took a little longer to warm up to the crowd. Holding onto daddy's fingers as she walked down the hall, she rounded the corner, stopped, eyes became huge and then .....tears. I think she was so upset because she realized that Daddy hadn't put on her special birthday outfit that Mama and Grannie had been working so hard to finish. Off we went back to her bedroom for a quick wardrobe change. Re-emerging as a little princess:

 There were still some tears until she spied all the pretty presents

and then she was all smiles!

Friends, family, food, balloons, presents, and of course, cake!

 Obviously that purple frosting was just too tempting

 Happy Birthday Emmie!

Happy Birthday Ky!

Emily had a similar response to her 1st birthday cake as Kyle did to his ~ bewilderment. Even the tempting pink frosting didn't evoke the usual baby-sees-cake-baby-grabs-handfuls-of-cake-and-shoves-in-face response. Being the ever helpful big brother that he is, Kyle decided to show Emily exactly what one does when faced with a delicious chunk of sugary goodness by offering to "eat her"

There were tons of gifts to celebrate the day, and in the end obvious favorites had emerged

The perfect ending to a perfect day? The post-sugar-high-sugar-coma-crash. Good night everyone!