Lola's Birthday was on a Thursday. We decided to party on Friday. Since Grandma and Grandpa J work at the temple on Friday, they came by on the actual birthday and brought a cupcake for Lola. She loved it!
On Friday the party happened. We invited Grandparents and aunts, uncles and cousins over for some cake and ice cream. We played a game where Lola chose what she wanted to be when she grows up, she chose to be a Veterinarian. Also, we played a game where she was supposed to pick her favorite cousin. She picked Sam. I do not recommend this game. Feelings were hurt, people cried.
We stripped her down for the cake part. Does it look like she knows what's coming?
As I put the cake down in front of her she leaned forward and tried to get a big bite out.
Then she was taking dainty little pinches of the frosting.
Then slightly bigger handful's.
Then back to huge bites.
She got a little messy, but not too bad. Matt took her right up and gave her a quick bath.
And here she is in her birthday bib and hat. This picture cracks me up. Is she drunk on cake or partied out? You decide.
P.S. POST EDIT - She picked a horse out of the line up, which stood for becoming a vet.
Some of her other choices were:
a remote control - couch potato
a ruler - teacher who spanks,
a calculator - accountant,
a whisk - chef,
telephone - telemarketer,
and some others that I cannot recall right now.
The items were lined up on the floor and the one she crawled to and picked up was her career choice.
We learned this game from our Cousin Eric's first birthday. Eric is like 23 or 24 now. We played the same game at Sam's first Birthday party. I can't remember what Sam chose to be, isn't that sad? I wish I had had a blog back then to refer to.