“Do you think we should have a birthday party for Little L?” I asked M last Tuesday, two days before her actual birthday. “It might be nice to have a few people over. Something low key. You know, so she could blow out a candle and hear us all sing to her. What do you think?”
“Sure, why not?” M answered, only half paying attention.
“Saturday or Sunday?”
“Uh, Sunday I guess.”
“Who should we invite?”
“Our friends, who else would we invite?”

And so it was decided that Little L would have a birthday party. To put it in perspective, I started planning C’s first birthday party when she was 9 or 10 months old. She had a fancy park party with a Costco cake, a bajillion guests, oodles of balloons, tons of grilled meat, and more decorations than a one year old could shake her sippy cup at. She cried through the whole thing.

Little L had a low key backyard party with a handful of friends, an inflatable pool, delivery pizza, two balloons, and homemade cupcakes. She had a blast. You do the math. I think we’re forever done with fancy park parties.

The youngest guest (not pictured) got lots of attention.

Pinkalicious cupcakes. Lovingly baked and decorated by C and I.

Come on. Admit you want a bite.

C sure did.

So did Little L.

Not that she ate it.
Way too much fun to play with it instead.

Big sisters and little sisters think alike.
Neither could get enough of that baby.