80’s 1st

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), which has a nice rite-of-passage feel.

Two friends (well, 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.