What a lovely time we had at Lucy's second party. This one was more of a "congrats!-you've-kept-a-small-human-alive-for-a-year" shindig. In fact, in church that morning as we walked down the aisle for the birthday prayer, Blake was given a resounding high five by our friend Jon who is also a new father. I was a bit embarrassed, but these two cannot be contained--and yeah, we had a reason to celebrate. As you'll see in the following pictures, this party was more about us, though the kids had a good time too. I think it was only fitting.
After much deliberation, we had chosen Little Stacy Park as the site of the party because of the possibility of open picnic tables and a wading pool for the wee babes, but as we drove over on the day of the party, I was praying that we'd get the one large picnic table in the sun. In my mind the success of the shindig depending upon this--who wants party guests fainting from sunstroke? Not me! Thankfully, we got the perfect table, complete with a place to hang the famous bunting. Despite our slice of shade, it was hot, but our guests were good sports.
We definitely had waaaay too much food, as is usually the case when I'm making the desserts--I tend to stress about guests going hungry and they haven't--not yet, anyway. We didn't even get to the peach cupcakes due to the plethora of cookies I had made on Saturday. Plus, it was just too dang hot to eat. (Have I mentioned that it was hot?)
People trickled in for a couple of hours--even a long-lost friend from Houston showed up. Some did the bean bag toss; kids and parents were in and out of the wading pool; everyone else hung out around the food and tried to stay cool. We decided to forgo gift opening, as there had been too many gifts at the last party--we didn't want Lucy getting spoiled.
In the end, rain brought an early end to the gathering--thankfully, what Blake calls his "daddy instincts" kicked in and he whisked the gifts away to safety before anything was ruined. Our only casualty was the bunting, or so I thought--in all the excitement I had forgotten to rip it down; it was only when we arrived home that I realized it was probably still hanging in the tree, sopping wet.
We headed to my sister's to dry out, as we had no room (not to mention no free dryer access) to dry chairs, coolers, towels, etc., and Blake offered to go back to the park to look for the lost bunting. He returned triumphant--the folks partying at a nearby picnic table had taken it down and saved it for us.
And thus ends the saga of Lucy's birthday week. I'll try to do some kind of photo log of some of her favorite gifts (and maybe some of my faves), as well as recipes for some of the food. Thanks to all who celebrated with us--we are so blessed to know you and have you in our sweet baby's life.
Here's to more years with the Precious!