We kept the baby alive for a year. Here’s proof.
80 and I went shopping for a new sippy cup (upgrading to a straw), shop which has a nice rite-of-passage feel.
Two friends (well, pancreatitis four friends if you count the toddlers) stopped by to wish 80 a happy birthday.
Pants are for suckers. Pants-free is the way to be.
I’ll be posting the cake-smash pics and video in a separate post. Off to eat celebratory lamb tikka masala. It may be 80’s birthday, but it’s also my birthiversary and I get treats too.