More important than this was the fact she had been inundated with 1st birthday parties to attend recently, and, somewhat conveniently, actually had an invite to one on her birthday. Free party? Someone else organising and clearing up? Sounded like a good excuse to postpone for a week if you asked us. Not that Emily did ask us, as her language skills haven't progressed that far yet. Poor thing. We took her silence as tacit consent. Maybe next year she'll be able to ask for a party on her birthday. Besides, by the time she's learnt to read this, Daddy will probably have long given up his blogging career and all evidence of her party being a week late will have been lost or forgotten.
Still, a week late we did muster up a family gathering with Gediks, Gurneys and Rookes in attendance. Emily's 372 days were flanked by this years new addition Shay who was nearly 100 days at the younger side, right up to my parents who have over 60,000 days between them at the more senior end. The supreme being coped with the mayhem very well, mastering that important birthday skill of opening presents and eating cake at the same time. She even won the pass the parcel.
Happy Birthday Emily. And thanks for the best year (plus one week) of my life!!
New birthday jacket with new (secondhand) birthday dress
Practising the look that gets Daddy to do anything I want
Daddy now successfully bent to my will
Videoclip: The family mustered up a rousing 'Happy Birthday'
(Photos/Video reproduced courtesy of Big John Photography)
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