Our little girl has turned 1. We threw a party fit for a queen - our "Queen Elizabeth".
The house was filled with chatter and laughter of family and friends. The kitchen counters were lined with a wide selection of food - pulled pork, barbequed beef, smoked salmon, fried chicken, pizza, pasta salad, coleslaw, buttered corn, fresh strawberries, canned peaches, and a frozen custard bar offering a variety of toppings to create your own deliciously sinful treat - none of which I cooked since there was just no time.
And of course, we had a birthday cake topped with a tiara and a little cake just for Her Majesty.
She wouldn't touch it with her bare hands. But she happily dug out a little cave on its side with a spoon, trying not to get too much on her hands and not getting any in her mouth.
She happily played with it for a minute until she got some icing on her hands. Then she was done.
After the cake ceremony, big brother and all the other little kids helped with opening presents. Fun for everyone!
The backyard beckoned. Kids tried to build sand castles.
The pavement needed sprucing up with some sidewalk chalk.
The bigger kids swung on the tree swing in the backyard.
Then we got out the "bubba", as Elizabeth says, starting out with the regular dip-and-blow method...
...and eventually bringing out the bubble gun...
...and the gatling gun of bubbles, as Bill calls our battery-operated bubble machine.
To our dear Elizabeth, Happy Birthday! May you be showered with more blessings. May you have your cake and eat it one day. May your days be filled with royal bubbles of happiness!