This Nashville girl logged an 18 hour round trip to celebrate my niece and nephew’s first birthday in Iowa over the weekend.
Never knowing what January will bring to an Iowa winter, we were greeted with freshly fallen snow upon our arrival to the Hawkeye State.
And for those Southern folks who often glaze over in a blank stare when I talk about a snow blower, here’s what one looks like in action…
Trying to be a cool kid at the twins’ table, I joined in on the hottest new accessory.
My dogphew kept constantly reminding me that he was still alive and kickin’ (since he only gets a portion of attention since the arrival of the twins a year ago) and took every chance he got to bowl me over. Literally.
We headed to the mother of all grocery stores, Hy-Vee (please, please, please expand to Tennessee) and stocked up on our party faves for the big first birthday party.
I died and went to heaven when I walked (skipped, jumped, sprinted) through the liquor aisles at the grocery.
Watching my sister prep the birthday cakes was tough as I sat pondering how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop…
I finally got off of my perch and aided in the most difficult kitchen task of all – holding cake pans waiting to be placed into the oven.
I should have stayed sitting on my ass, as I almost immediately sustained a head injury crawling around on the floor after my niece.
Party day started with three super heroes rolling around in my bed…
As I frolicked in the packed bed, party prep was underway.
The stars of the day jumped into their birthday best.
Even my dogphew got into the groove…
We set up a super hero tattoo parlor, morphing the average every day grandpa into an extraordinary man of steel.
Running out of room in the freezer, we had a moment of panic until we realized it was beyond cold enough to keep our extra party goods on the deck.
It was then time to disrobe and dismantle birthday cakes like tiny wrecking balls.
The sweet super heroes even shared cake with their mom when she went in for a birthday kiss.
Thankfully there was no need to dispense a cleaning crew, as Mighty Dog was around.
While my dogphew got the baby chairs so clean they sparkled, the kitchen sink was turned into a make shift bathtub.
It was time for gifts after the Great Cake Incident and no one was more excited than yours truly to try out the new toys much to my niece’s dismay.
She took about three seconds to realize that this was her party and no one rides her trike. Not even fun Auntie CBXB.
After giving the trike back, it was time for our nine-hour trek home with a final destination that ended up like this…
Who knew recovering from a first birthday party could be such a hard task?