I Scream! You Scream..we all know how that one goes. As far as ice cream parties are concerned, our little vintage parlor for Mandarin’s birthday turned out better than I expected.
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| Homemade ice cream cake pops! Whaaat? |
We drove to our party place as early as they’d let us in to set up what seemed to be an army of details that needed attention to a tee. Paper pompoms. Check. Jars. Candy. Cookies. Chocolate. Sprinkles. Check!
After months and months of planning, the ice cream parlor I had created in my mind was now spread out in all its sweet glory. The Neapolitan balloons I had ( partially ) designed turned out so good and looked perfect for each guest table. The details that I had slaved over for months, weeks, and days, paid off in the three hours we had in our ice cream place.
Mandarin was running on adrenaline, nap-less, and (I would imagine) hungry - because she didn’t want to eat, in fact too excited and distracted to eat except for a bottle of milk and that one marshmallow ice cream cone we gave her as a treat for her birthday, which as I would have expected she thoroughly enjoyed with sugary and sticky gusto.
It was bittersweet; the party. It seemed like the culmination of a full year marked by infinite beginnings and endings that move you forward into better and brighter adventures. The fine line that some parents say mark the point where babies turn into toddlers.
But she'll always be our baby.
Much of the sweetness of the day was a taste beyond our little toppings spread and rainbow sprinkles and more from a family full of love.
and loving friends
and laughter
and cake
and the best cousins
and aunties who love her dearly
A mama who would do anything and everything for you - including getting crafty for your party (and bake which she's NEVER done before. Ever.)
A Dada who would pull the moon closer to your window just so you can see it better
and girlfriends
(We would also like to introduce: The "Wow" face)
and (assisted) jumping photos!
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| The day you were born...silly girl! |
And that smile. She makes us all so incredibly happy. That smile lingers in you like a flurry of butterflies that tickles and giggles and flutters about - like being in love.
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