i've procrastinated long enough.

Bottom line, Lucy will be 19 before I post the rest of her birthday pictures. At the rate I'm moving anyways. Whatever. We'll call it: Report Cards 1, Susie 0.

It's funny, because when my friends have their birthday parties, I blog within 24 hours out of fear. Since Lucy isn't an avid blog reader, I'm not feeling the pressure from her. I guess I don't feel like I owe her anything [slash] as long as I have Bubba, Lucy will love me. It's simple science.


Last year, when Lucy turned one, we threw a gala in her honor. Gala. I mean, really, that's what it turned into. We had about 50 people over, I cooked for days, decorated every square inch of everything, and Lucy tottered around the whole time a bit stunned with the ol' fingers-in-the-mouth. There was a lot going on.

This year, we went for a total 180.

It was just "us". Shelley, Lu, Fe, PK, Me, and Chuck. Just "us".
And somehow, some.how., this party was louder, wilder, and, let's go with, more extreme than last year.
This is our Birthday Girl in her pre-party pictures (which I snapped because the lighting was good, her outfit was still clean, and pre-dinner meant her face would need less dried food removal in photoshop. win.).
Anyone else dying that she is two?

Oh and FYI, she's telling people she's six. As in "How old are you?" "I six." And then she giggles because she knows it's funny. We're working on not laughing at our own jokes. It's going about as well as teaching her to juggle.

Three weeks ago, Lucy was present and attending at the opening of, let's call it, a few gifts at Christmas time. Three weeks ago (save for the tricycle that Bubba gave her) she couldn't have cared less. She really didn't open a single one, she wasn't patient for the openings, and she wasn't too enthralled, nor of the understanding, that these were gifts being given to her. Frankly, she was a little rude and I haven't received a thank you note yet. Fe says she wasn't even two. I say, call Emily Post.

But at this party.
She knew.
She had it down. Apparently, three weeks and two days past two is the exact moment when Lucys "get" the present idea.

"I sit with them."
"They mine."

"When we open?"

She mastered the excited look.

Even when it was just a box for all she knew (although, I might point out that it's a Nordstrom box and that's exactly how my face looks when I unwrap one of them bad boys).

Or something she couldn't see or understand.

In the end, she got a baby doll (she promptly named her "Hugh"). A cradle. We gave her a unicorn pillow pet ("I get my'corn"). Lots of clothes, books, and sparkle shoes. And yes, that's a tent that Shelley got her for the playroom. "My House!"

Shelley made a gorgeous Banana Carrot Cake.

It was divine and velvety and fabulous. Kind of like Shell.

We sang Happy Birthday.

She blew out the candles.

I convinced her to take a bite from the side (Shelley = thrilled).

And then Dad came in with The Big Bopper.
It's from the Dollar Store (from Fe's best friend Christine -- they've always had a dollar store gift limit on their friendship). This one was a gem of a gift.

It started as a giant fireball. Literally, peaking at about 18 inches. Plumes of fire.

Then it started shooting flames (and by flames, I mean sparklers, but it might as well have been flames shooting into those streamers).

The grand finale was opening into a flower, spinning, whilst playing Happy Birthday. By this point we were all scream-laughing and Lucy was TERRIFIED. Not at the ball of frames on top of her cake, but her family.

Hands down, best cake topper ever. Classic Christine Gift.
I will be buying hundreds of them. Candles will no longer do.

Shelley decided to close out Lucy's birthday show with a pinata. There wasn't a lot of pre-thought or planning into this (as in, where were we going to hang it?) and it was pitch black and pouring outside. Once we convinced Shelley not to HOLD the pinata in her living room, we agreed beating it on the ground was the most sensible thing to do.

That's the end of a plunger that Lucy's using. Classy.

PK gave it a good smacking.

Bubba broke it wide open.

Lucy was so happy with the killing and we started to wonder about the message this pinata sent. Animal on the ground, beat it with a stick, candy comes out.

Good luck Betty cat.

(I'm pretty sure Lucy can understand the difference between paper animal and living animal. Pretty sure).

There it is.
Pre-19th birthday, so I'll count it because I'm posting before she's legal in Canada. Win.


  1. O-M-G I NEED that candle!!! I will pay insane amounts of dollars for it! :)

  2. This is all kinds of adorable. Also... that looks like bacon on top of the cake, but I'm guessing it's not.


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