This weekend, Eric and I went to my hometown of Rochester, NY for probably the most exciting birthday of all time. Not sure if some weird matrix time space continuum thing happened or what, because I'm fairly sure this happened just moments ago.
|No lie - never once looked at this picture without tears in my eyes.|
As if this weekend wasn't exciting enough, we found out right before our trip that my BFF Nicole was randomly going to be in Rochester Friday night! We met up to stuff our faces with barbeque at Sticky Lips. It wasn't my first time having BBQ since going back to meat eating, but it was my best. Then we took classy pictures under the streetlights in the rain.
|so much excitement|
There was a fight. Between two guys that looked straight out of My New Haircut. And I was with my mom. And sober. So essentially.....all I could have hoped for and more.
Eric missed it. He was at the midnight showing of Sharknado in theaters with my stepfather.
I didn't go to bed until 2am. I always stay up the latest when I'm hanging out with my mom.
Saturday morning, I woke up to a text that said "come play with me".
|Um, yes please.|
|I wasn't quite prepared for upstate NY August temperatures|
We were really concerned about his reaction to the frosting, so we did a trial run with a cupcake before the party on Sunday. He shoved it over a few times, and then managed to find a leftover piece of pizza crust on his tray and ate that instead. This was cause for concern, indeed. Although to be fair by that time the pizza crust did have some frosting and sprinkles on it.
Even with that ominous beginning, my mom and I spent the rest of the night on Harrison's special cake. This was our inspiration.
There was a significant amount of prep work involved.
And the finished product came out pretty good, if I do say so myself.
My sister threw an amazing first birthday party, and everyone, even the guest of honor had a great time.
|We got him a water table!|
suffering from numb extremities and bouts of shivering. Luckily my knight in shining armor came to my rescue!If you could only have one, would you rather have the frosting or the cake? There are three bald cupcakes in my fridge right now that make my answer pretty clear.
An unexpected guest showed up. On Eric's pants.
Frosting attempt #2 was better. He took approximately 600 teeny tiny little finger fulls one by one, but he kept reaching for more, so we figured that was a success.
The aftermath. The actual smashed part required some adult assistance. He wasn't going for it.
|Aren't we just so in love and whimsical??|
|This caused hysterical screaming from basically every woman there. Tell me it doesn't|
look like an alien.
|He wasn't actually upset, I think he was about to sneeze or something, but this|
picture is too hilarious to keep to myself.
I managed to get through my first goodbye in Harrison's entire year on this earth without any tears (from me, he's unconcerned). I cheated and snuck out while he was taking a nap. My relief at his love of frosting really carried me through.
Did you have a fake ID before you were 21? As far as I know, no cops read this blog, so you have immunity. If they do, now is the time to come forward (and thanks for reading and for your service!).