I can imagine there have been more elaborate first birthday parties and ones with more guests and ones with fancier food and bigger cakes, but I can't imagine there could be a kid more treasured (and spoiled) on his first birthday than ours or a party attended by more sweet family and friends than Frazier's. What a lucky kid.
The requisite cake pictures:
Now, our story would end here and be like any ordinary first birthday story except...as we were "unwinding" in a post-party stupor (and eating ice cream because I forgot to get it out of the freezer during the party and therefore found myself stuck with a bunch of little ice cream cups) the washer overflowed. The entire kitchen, breakfast room and laundry rooms flooded. Water...seeping out the walls. Cue the Shop Vac and the carpet cleaner. Praise the Lord, Jim and Debbie were still here to help us! We'd have been up a creek without a paddle (or in a flooded kitchen with a baby...I'm not sure which is worse).
Yada yada yada...we sucked out all the water, dried up the floors and are awaiting a washer repair. The sensor that tells the washer it's full totally fell down on its job and well, it just kept filling...then spilling...out into my kitchen.
I suppose Frazier won't remember this birthday or his party or who was there or what they brought with them, but we'll remember so we can remind him. And when we do we'll say that it was a perfectly wonderful day. It was sunny and it was mid-July-East-Texas hot. The food was delicious and Mommy forgot to get out the ice cream. Frazier discovered icing is awesome and the washing machine overflowed, but for two hours that afternoon our house was absolutely filled with people who loved us.
And we couldn't ask for a better memory, or a happier story to tell.