The Story of My First Birthday
I had a monkey face cake. My mommy calls me a monkey most mornings when she wakes me up. She also calls Daddy a monkey, but lets not get into that right now. The blog is about ME right?
|This was MY cake. Some of my so called friends stole my cupcakes!|
These were the cakes mom made for everyone else. There were more than this actually. Good thing we had enough!
I was wearing my special birthday outfit sent over by my GMa (great godmother if you didn't know). It was really cute but maybe white wasn't such a good choice? Anyways, everyone sang me a song and then made my blow raspberries at one measly little pink candle before I was allowed to full investigate the monkey. Serious, thorough investigation. I didn't leave much undiscovered. My research result? YUM. I like chocolate.
So lots of people were there, hanging out having a good time. My mom & dad's friends, my baby group 'gang' as mom calls them. A few of them even liked chocolate cake almost as much as me!
It was great day even though I only had a teeny tiny nap that morning. Its okay, i knew people would have fun even if I had to go to bed before them. And when I woke up I discovered that all my nice friends brought me lots of bright colored boxes! Some of them rattle, some seem to squeak. A few just go thump when banged. Can't wait for Mom to let me investigate them further... (we still haven't opened all the presents-but huge thanks to everyone for them!)