Nine-thirty p.m. and Grandmother is cooked. Done. Don't you get that fork near me, don't you think about sticking it in me- take my word for this. I am really done.
It has been a long day and a good one but that party? Oh my god, there must have been forty people there including a barrel of those monkeys and Owen looked like I felt- completely overwhelmed. I kept taking my camera out but it just never seemed like a good moment to take a picture.
His other grandmother videoed the entire party I think and I kept getting in her way. I took about thirty seconds of vid and that was enough for me.
But here are some pictures and let me say that Lily and Jason did a FANTASTIC job. Their friends Kelly and Jeremy helped them and the house was decorated and festive. There were hamburgers and hot dogs and potato salad and deviled eggs and fruit salad and bean salad and guacamole and chips and vegetables and...there was Monkey Cake!
Lily Rose Moon Hartmann made that cake herself. And for her son, she made a banana cake. They refer now to the little cake that you make for the baby the smash cake.
It got smashed. But not until Owen had cried because four thousand people were watching him and waiting for him to smash it. He was not happy about that. And then his mama put his hat on him and well, that was it. Tears did flow.
But eventually he got the idea and warmed up to it.
He even shared with his mama.
He's a sharing sort of boy.
Here he is sharing a ball with Waylon:
That's my boy. And my other boy. The one who will call me Aunt Granny.
When it came time to open presents, there were so many that some of them got saved for later. I mean, we would have been there all night long if all of them had been opened. I think his favorite was his little boy doll. He loved it. He loved on it. They are going to be good friends, Owen and his boy doll.
We were talking about this doll a few weeks ago and I think it was Jessie who asked if the doll was anatomically correct.
"It only cost ten dollars," Lily said.
We thought it would be funny if for an extra five bucks you could get a pee-pee on that thing, maybe another five for a set of testicles.
Owen didn't care if it had man-parts. He just loves it.
You'll note that by this part of the evening Owen was naked except for a diaper. That's because he had to have a pre-bath to get some of his cake off of him. I like him when he's almost naked. His body is more beautiful than anything he could possibly wear.
And he's anatomically correct!
So it was a lovely evening and Lily made a beautiful party for her son. I was proud of her. I've been proud of her mothering skills and patience and strength since she got pregnant with Owen. Amazed, quite frankly, at how easily and handily she took to the whole thing. I had an inkling of how it would be when I saw her pushing Owen out when he was born. She just blew my mind, the way she got that job done and didn't complain or whine.
Yeah. I sort of figured then that she was going to be a fabulous mother. And she is.
Well, I guess it's about time for Grandmother to round up Grandfather and see if he wants to go to bed. It rained today, finally, and it's a bit cooler tonight.
Here's a picture of Grandfather and that grandboy of his this evening.
Been a lot of changes in a year.
But I still think they're mighty beautiful. Together.
My boys. Well, two of them.
The oldest and the youngest.
A year old. He made it. Owen made it to one.
And I made it through the party.