Lola's First Birthday - POST EDIT

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.

Merry Christmas!

From the Johnson Family

Lola is 1! (Sob!)



Lola spent most of this photo shoot trying to pull the bow out of her hair.





Don't do it!





She spent a lot of time hugging the bear too.





And crawling away from me.





And throwing the bear.



I can't believe this girl is 1. She is really thinking she is a grown up lady. Yesterday, while I got her dressed she was laying on the changing table and looking at the hair bows hanging on the wall saying, "pretty, pretty." So, I put one in her hair and then carried her into the bathroom to see. She looked and smiled at herself and touched her hair and rested her fist under her chin for a good three minutes. It was hilarious.
Later, while we were downstairs I was folding some laundry and she was digging through the basket. Every time she found something that belonged to her she would try to put it on and then when that didn't work she would bring it to me. When I wouldn't put it on her she would throw a fit for a few minutes and then go back to the basket and look for something else and then start all over.

Back in October....

Sam lost some teeth in October.



I found this series of pictures on my camera.




I think he was checking out his new look. I'm not sure why he didn't just look in the mirror.





We went raspberry picking in October, down in Payson. Sorry, I guess I forgot the mascara that day.





This is what our baby looks like on a normal day.




Or often like this.



This is our sick baby.

She broke out a little smile when she saw the camera.



This is what our baby looks like when she is possesed by deamons.



Halloween, again...