This was a big one...she's a whole hand now. I've only just recovered enough from Saturday's festivities to blog about it.
Let's start with the party theme...mood, if you will. My girl's always been partial to the canines. Her first toy, given in the NICU on Valentine's Day by a volunteer organization was a cocker spaniel beanie baby. They started a trend.
I'm not sure, now, why I felt the need to make salt dough dog biscuits for the wreath. "Stress" should be my middle name...when party-planning anyway. I had a leftover that I left on the table. Little Miss found it, tasted (!) it, pronounced it "sandy" and expressed concern about her "birthday cookies." Picky thing. The "dog biscuits" for the party were of the sugar cookie variety. And deemed acceptable by Little Miss Picky.
Which brings us to the food. Corn"dogs," hot"dogs," and "pupperoni" bagel bites. Classy, no?
The rest of the spread, including "puppy chow." How I loooove licking powdered sugar off my fingers!
The cake--created by a very talented co-worker. She's made every one of Little Miss's cakes, even the petit fours for the baby shower!
The "poop" behind the cake is an inside joke--that I'm not sharing here! The mystery is driving you crazy, isn't it? Sorry.
Instead of party hats, we had dog ear headbands.
Molly's looked oddly natural on her.
As did Uncle Bubba's. He had to miss the real festivities--but made sure to drop a gift for she who must be gifted.
Lolo will have to grow into hers.
The big moment...
...all five candles and one to grow on...out in one blow. Doesn't that mean you get your wish?
This is probably the most (her words) "totally awesome" (poor child of a child--well, teen--of the '80s) present EVER! She saw it when we let Emily out for the morning. Loverboy had been out in the cold, in the dark for several hours Friday night putting it together. Love that man. She went out for the first bouncing in her pjs. By the way, the party outfit was her choice.
I think Lolly will be visiting more frequently.
We had a malfunction at the junction with the pinata. But we overcame that...by giving it a good punch and Mama shaking the goodies out.
A pooped party puppy. Loverboy was pretty exhausted too...sick and sleep-deprived. The joys of parenthood!
I think a good time was had by all. We're calling it a success. But maybe #6 will be at Chuck E. Cheese...
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