Little Pecky is one! We had a super fun birthday bash for her. I meant to have a small gathering, since we're broke-ass broke, but the circle of invitees kept growing and growing. Kind of like when you're cutting someone's bangs and you don't know what you're doing: snip, snip on one side, then a bit more off the other side to even it out and so on until there's nothing but a tuft of hair at the forehead. However, in our case, more people was merrier. Ten babies and twenty adults in a little house makes for great fun.
Little Pecky was on a roll. One by one, she led each of our guests on a circuit around the house. Or rather, had them lead her since she wasn't totally comfortable walking on her own yet. It was so funny to see her get all set up for the tour. She'd take someone's hand, then carefully select a finger to hold on to, with the care of a cigar connoisseur choosing a cuban. Then she'd choose the side she wanted to walk on and head off into the hallway, guest in tow.
The birthday cake was a success. I was busy cutting slices for guests and missed snapping a shot of her slow-motion face plant in the cake. She just lowered her entire face into the frosting. Then she signed "MORE!" The rest of us ate chile verde, salsa and empanadas de fruta. Good stuff.
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