Mazzy started out strong but as her first birthday party progressed, she became more and more disinterested, culminating in a dismissal of the deliciousness that is cake. What makes this dismissal even sadder, is that it momentarily caused me to question whether this child was actually mine.
All I wanted was the cake all over the face, sugar-high feuled, insanely big SMILE. I never got it.
Click below for a photo timeline of the birthday party downward spiral.
Mazzy starts out SUPER EXCITED.
That's before she realizes she can't reach the food.
Then she confuses a friend's bag for one of her gifts. (Later, babe, when you can pay for such things yourself).
In lieu of bakery cookies and Louis Vuitton bags, Mazzy settles on a familiar standby— my iPhone.
Mike and I look OK here but Mazzy is clearly miserable. Upon reflection, this downward spiral probably had a lot to do with the beginning stages of MSB (Mazzy's Stomach Bug).
I try my best to bring up Mazzy's enthusiasm for the cake.
"Mom! Get this STUPID hat off me!!!"
First bite. Seems promising.
But that initial curiousity quickly fades into a scene from a Depression Hurts commercial.
Poppy tries to help but Mazzy is not amused.
Then she started wrecking things.
Leading to a full-on Mazzy Meltdown. Which could only mean one thing…