It's come and gone, George's first birthday. It did really hit me, seeing him with the cake and the candles-- my little boy is one year old. And there's lots more of these to come, each one closer on the heels of the last. But I wax nostalgic. (Generally I do that in the summer; so messy and uncomfortable ;0)
We had a lovely little party, mostly family, and as you can see, cousin Fiona helped us blow out candles. She also decorated gingerbread men with her sister, and judging from her chin, there was a little sneaking of candy going on. George was walking with his cart for the occasion, dressed in preppy finery. We also had a little visit to some dachshund puppies recently, c/o of our friend Barbara B.-- just a TINY little bit cute.
