We Gonna Party Like Its Your Birthday . . .

We Gonna Sip . . . Juice Boxes . . .Like Its Your Birthday.  

Our friend and neighbour turned two and Instant Family joined in the partee.  The Trifecta quite happily got all cleaned up and dressed up and looking like proper little ladies.  And then pouted and fussed and refused to be photographed like some other breed of animal.

V's new skill at standing/walking made the photo session all that much more difficult and terrible than it has been in the past.  She is compelled to move, the twins are compelled to look at her, then she looks at them, it is a never ending cycle . . .

By the end of the photo session, everyone, including Mommy and Daddy, was close to tears. Once we arrived at the party, attitudes improved and everyone had a good time. 

The Birthday Boy

W smiles like this if she spots a camera 

pointed in her general direction.

V and her friend A, who is just a few days younger than her.   

(And half her Giant Baby size)

Having the most fun of all was Daddy, who ate more delicious food than was proper.  Indeed, Mommy had to instruct him to stop refilling his plate for the fifth time, because it was time for birthday cake and our hosts were waiting for everyone to "finish" eating.  We get out very little these days.