So, I'm a month late, but...better late than never! Our amazing little Bee celebrated his first birthday this year. When I woke up that morning, I couldn't believe it. Had it really been a year since we met our little boy in the hospital? Had it been a year since we experienced our greatest joy? Since a stranger gave us a gift beyond our greatest comprehension?
He used to be so little, and now...well, he's a little toddler boy. Not quite a baby, not quite a kid. Somewhere in between. That's fine with me, I'll take all the snuggles I can handle before he is pushing me away with an embarrased sigh. Speaking of, this picture sums up a lot of pictures we take with LittleM, in which there are overly excited parents and a baby who tolerates them.
We decided after a long talk (5 minutes) that it would be better to have LittleM's birthday party at the church rather than at home. Our home is a disaster right now. We are in the middle of 16,000 projects getting it ready to show, as well as a state that I can only call "Half-Packed", which is sort of like "Half-Baked" in that looking around our house makes me want to consume narcotics. Having his birthday party at the church was an easy choice. They have a great space both outside and in the narthex for entertaining, and church has always felt like our second home.
So why not throw a small party there?
Our theme for his brithday was "Little Bee". I call him Little Bee a lot, but also he is the bee's knees and I have about two years where I can do cute birthday parties before the boy obsessions take over. Bees for all!!
My MIL Lynette made these adorable bee cookies for favors - they were so cute and yummy and had little bees ON the oreos, so it was like meta-bee, and she and also helped me get everything ready for the party, down to finding these little adorable bees to adorn the tent with!
LittleM was so happy to be around both his grandma and his Nana. This little guy isn't loved at all, I tell you.
I absolutely loved the way they came out. She even piped some chocolate bees on the cake! The candle was beeswax, my only souvenir from North Carolina (besides Erika's awesome accent ringing in my ear). I couldn't have been happier with the cakes, and they were absolutely delicous.
While it was tempting to do some sort of gluten-free, wheat-free, organic baby birthday cake recipe, Katie and I just decided that a made-from-scratch lemon cake was perfectly okay.
And NOMNOMNOM it was so good. Our friend Evan declared it "The best lemon cake I've ever had." Quite a compliment coming from a pastry chef!
We all gathered inside (it was a bazillion degrees outside that day) and sang happy birthday to a terrified child who had a look on his face like "Is this when I die?",
LittleM dug into his cake. At first he was cautious, sticking his finger in the frosting again and again, but once I took his hand and ripped into the body of the cake he was like ....
WHAT IN THE GLORIOUS HEAVENSBEE NAME IS THIS???
His first taste of sugar, like a skyrocket to the moon. It was a total cake mutilation, which is exactly what you want from a one year old's birthday party. He had so much cake in his fist that he couldn't open his fist after awhile, which then led to epic cake-fist pictures with a couple of his godparents.
fter totally laughing at my child attending to his needs with love and care, I pried open his cake fingers and then hosed him down in the sink, which was an epic fail in the family way: My mom: "The water is too cold!" My sister: "The water isn't very warm, it's too cold." LittleM: "INSANECRYING" Ryan's Mom: "I have a towel!" Ryan: "Where do you want the rest of the cake?" Me: "AHHHH EVERYONE BE QUIET".
It's not a birthday party without a little bit of loving chaos.
After the cake fiesta, it was time for presents and spending time with people we love.
For the record, kids birthday parties are kind of insane. I'm used to throwing adult parties, so a kids birthday with lots of mess, crying and well, kids, was a new experience that left me elated (It's my child's first birthday! How wonderful! I'm going to cry!) and exhausted (Is that lemon frosting inside my bra? Did he just eat a ribbon? I need a nap.). LittleM got so many wonderful presents: Homemade bee bathtowels, an amazing winter coat, a reading whale, an elephant humidifier, so many cute clothes and swimsuits, books galore, blocks, & toys that were so thoughtful and nice, I felt downright spoiled.
The party was about two hours from beginning to end, but it was just the perfect amount. I'll propbably do something smaller next year - maybe just family - but after waiting so long for this incredible child, one of the two loves of my life, I thought why not do something really fun and special? Why not celebrate our little baby bee?
Happy birthday baby. You're not quite a baby anymore, but I can still aim to give you a million kisses a day.