This Nashville girl logged an 18 hour round trip to celebrate my niece and nephew’s first birthday in Iowa over the weekend.
Princess Supergirl…well worth the drive.
First birthday times two.
Never knowing what January will bring to an Iowa winter, we were greeted with freshly fallen snow upon our arrival to the Hawkeye State.
Appreciate it, Mother Nature.
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…
Northern winter lawn care for driveways and sidewalks.
Trying to be a cool kid at the twins’ table, I joined in on the hottest new accessory.
Does this bib clash with my leopard?
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.
This cuddle started in an upright position.
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.
Iowa’s version of Will Ferrell as an elf.
I died and went to heaven when I walked (skipped, jumped, sprinted) through the liquor aisles at the grocery.
Holy Heaven. AND you can buy on Sundays.
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…
Wine, sippy cup and a sucker. Party on.
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.
Expert pan holder.
I should have stayed sitting on my ass, as I almost immediately sustained a head injury crawling around on the floor after my niece.
Hard headed woman.
Party day started with three super heroes rolling around in my bed…
Supergirl, Captain America, Might Dog and a powerless Auntie CBXB.
As I frolicked in the packed bed, party prep was underway.
Cape adorned pops in place.
A party try fit for Superman.
Kryptonite corner. My favorite place.
The stars of the day jumped into their birthday best.
All gussied up as Supergirl.
Captain Smiley Pants
Even my dogphew got into the groove…
Mighty Dog. Mightily embarrassed but oh-so-cute.
We set up a super hero tattoo parlor, morphing the average every day grandpa into an extraordinary man of steel.
Clark Kent at 60.
Super hero transformation complete. Obviously.
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.
Thanks for keeping our ice and hash browns frozen, Mother Nature.
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.
Who needs a Swiffer when you have a real, live vacuum?
While my dogphew got the baby chairs so clean they sparkled, the kitchen sink was turned into a make shift bathtub.
Princess wanted all eyes on her….
…while our little Prince was a tad more embarrassed.
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.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
She took about three seconds to realize that this was her party and no one rides her trike. Not even fun Auntie CBXB.
It’s her party and she’ll cry if she…well, you know.
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?