This weekend Stella was taken to her first birthday party. It was a party for a one year old. There was a jumpy castle, face painter/magician, and a nice spread of cuisine. The food was your choice of hot dogs or dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. I went with the hot dogs. They never taste better than at a child's party. Stella crashed out the majority of the time and everyone kept asking us if she was six months old. Most of the party we spent it inside with another couple who had a six month old. We had never met them before and it was interesting how we spoke like old friends. I think part of it came from having someone new to tell stories of Stella to. I always have this feeling of guilt talking to the same people about Stella.
I will leave y'all tonight with this. Stella has started to smile and laugh but every time I pull out the camera she goes right back to her serious face. It's like she knows I am trying to get a photo. So I leave you with the photo of what it looks like when the camera comes out.
Have a good night. We are off to watch the Oscars.

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She looks grumpy like her daddy whenever I make fun of his office.
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