Mom made brownie cupcakes and covered them in frosting. At first, I had no idea what to do with it. The frosting felt funny and it stuck to my hands.
I would have eaten the thing whole, but Mom broke it into pieces for me. I took the largest piece and shoveled that into my mouth. Yum-o!
It may have been all the attention, the stickiness of the frosting, or the coldness of my belly (I spilled water all down my front), but not long after all the birthday fuss started I was so over it. I was ready to get out of that chair and away from that mess.
The second party was with my Grandma and her posse from CA. They came over just for me! Great Grandmama even came. She really likes to tickle my toes.

This party went down much like the first. I played with the cake a little bit and then was quickly over it. Had the cakes consisted of yogurt melts, the outcome would have been much different.



FYI, this is how I spent most of my birthday - pulling out the side table drawer, emptying all of its contents, and standing (or sitting) inside it. Obviously, I know how to party.
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