A happy birthday to Cal....and a very large oops

What does a girl wear to a first birthday party? Anna just could not decide. Pink? Floral? Oh, gosh, it's an Elmo theme, and I have NO Elmo attire in my wardrobe.

What IS a girl to do?

Well, we found an appropriate outfit for the occasion and headed over to Lakeview Park for the festivities. Here are all the babies posing with their fave Sesame Street character. most of these folks I do not know, but from the right to the left kneeling down, that's obviously me and AK, my friend Vanessa and her son Jack (see previous post here), and my friend Whitney and the guest of honor, Macalan.

Yes, people that is a real-live Elmo, in the fur, on a 90+ degree day. Poor chap.

Why this girl is so shy is beyond me. I swear, she couldn't be mine.

Oh! There ya go! Only, you must smile. I realize you don't feel camera ready, child, but truly you are.

Do you NOT just want to take him home and call him yours? How cute is this kid????

Sir Jack ridin' in style. Vanessa swore she was never gonna get this dude out of there.

And a new activity we made it through sans screaming or drama -- the swing. Yes, folks, that ever-present baby swing that usually sits idle and lonely on the playground just swimming with God-only-knows what kind of germs. Honestly, you know there's all kinds of H1N1 and salmonella breeding on that thing.

And there's no strap. Shouldn't there be a strap? I mean, we buckle our kids into everything else. Not this? Obviously it was designed back in the 1950's....you know, when parents used to cut the seatbelts out of the car because it was a hassle that wrinkled your good Sunday clothes.

And a heartfelt apology to Gam and Pop. Somehow, this pic scurried away from the baptism album last week. I was quite upset to realize this, and promptly jerked it up by its hind-parts and dropped it into this post. I like to think it was just being modest.