Lydia Log: The One Year Party

Well, it came and went in a blur of pastel ribbons and polka-dotted wrapping paper. By all surveyed accounts it was a success - the party that is, not the year, although I would consider that to be somewhat successful as well. Lydia inhaled her cake, tore through her gifts (or had her small army of substitutes tear through her gifts), fixated on a few, ate some tissue paper, and was nowhere near as overwhelmed as her father the documentarian (a position I apparently just invented). Tears and testosterone were both hard to come by on this day, which is probably as good of a recipe as any for a successful one-year old girl's birthday party.

It all kinda looked like this...

Thanks for coming, all who came.