A Chocolate Cake Story

Our kids were never slouches in the cake department on their 1st birthdays, but I've yet to see one who knew so immediately that she wanted that cake.

It was HERS, thankyouverymuch. To be grabbed with both hands and stuffed into the mouth.

Then smeared on the body a la war paint and licked off each finger individually and thoroughly. She'd have licked the stripe of chocolate frosting off her chest if she could've figured out how to get her tongue to reach.

And yes, we'll be picking stray crumbs up off the chair before we leave, Papa. Ooh! Ooh! I see one!

And my favorite photos of the night: one very, very content Annie chillin' in the baby hot tub. Kitchen sink. With bubbles. Aaaaahhhhh...