Here are the pictures I took at the party. BEWARE!!! Much Grandma bragging to follow...
#8 - a lucky number in the Chinese culture. He got into a tussle with a toy truck right before his first birthday! (Makes him ruggedly handsome, don't you think so?) Oh, and his Mommy on the right.
Behind him the purple stripe package with the lime green accents (I ran out of paper.) is YOU KNOW WHAT.... Shshshsh.
(He just got up from a nap here and isn't quite himself yet.)
Here's the cake... so I'm showing this and naming him #8 - goofy grandma.
It was a themed party. Even the napkins were Giant's themed. Auntie Laura was in Oakland attire.
His own birthday cake.... Mess to follow!!!!
The paternal grands.
Dad and Mom (expecting their second, a girl!!! I see pink in my future.)
The only gift opened, wasn't wrapped. He had a grand time with it.
So that's my report on the party. We didn't get to see his reaction to his quilt. No gifts were opened. I've had a couple of days to try to get over the heart ache of thinking that his maternal grandma got to play with him and his quilt that I made. (Made me want to only make quilts for charity.) Has anyone else had these feelings? or am I a bitch?
I've had a hard time trying to go back to work on the grey, black and white quilts. It's so dark and cold. I actually did some cleaning instead. I did sew a little on the pink hexie blankie last night, but that is for charity.