Anyway, I expected Charlie to get a good nap on the 2-hour drive down… nope! He was fascinated with the 18-wheelers and transfer trucks on the freeway. When we got all the way past one truck, he would crane his neck to look out the windshield for the next one. We got to the pavilion, and he was ready to party!
A good time was had by all. Especially the birthday girl. There was cake. With icing, of course:
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| Now why did someone give me this spoon? Who needs a spoon? |
Charlie thought the party was fun, too. He even tried to steal the show by turning loose and trying to walk away once—for the second time that weekend. As with the first time, he got two steps, keeled over, and I caught him. He wasn’t too sure about me holding Zoey; but while the wife had him, I carried her over to say hi to Charlie. He grinned at her, she stuck her tongue out, and Charlie cut loose with the Joyous Ear-Splitting Screech™. Zoey suddenly decided she’d had enough, and started wailing for someone she knew to come get meeeeee!.
One of the cool things they did was to put out a stationary pad for everyone to write Zoey a letter. She’s supposed to get them all and read through them when she’s 18. That involves a lot of confidence that someone will be able to hold on to that correspondence for 17 years, but it’s still a cool idea.
After the party, we hit Golden Corral and hung out for a while before heading back. Once again, Charlie kept a lookout for trucks… at least until it got dark. But he refused to give in until we got about 10 miles from home. Then, he crashed. It didn’t take much longer for me to do the same.
Great first cake photo!
ReplyDeleteSounds like Charlie knows perfectly when to crash too!
LOL That picture reminds me of my nephew's second birthday. Frosting all over the place and on him.
ReplyDeleteKatherine, I have several good shots of her demolishing the cake. I just liked this one best, with the contented smirk. I printed it out to put on our "grandkids" board.
ReplyDeletePatricia, they took her into the kitchen area to hose her off afterwards. :-D I frightened the daughter in law with tales of how The Boy was up past 11pm on his 1st birthday, twirling in the kitchen and babbling away on a sugar high. Fortunately, Zoey must have gotten more on her than in her; she was out by 9.