Same time, last year

Sabra's first birthday was Thursday. I put together a fete at the park that made me the laughing stock of all the second-time moms in my playgroup. But, Sabra had a blast. The look on her face when she realized everyone was not only singing, but singing at her was priceless.
Here are some photos:



Buuuuuuuuuuuuhbble....



Forks! Cups! Straws! Must be a party.



Daniel fisted the cake (see blotch, center rear of confection).



Why do the best pictures of her so often include my mother-in-law?