It's my party, & I'll cry if I want to...

After our birthday lunch at Cheddar's, we returned to the lake and had a mini-party for the little princess. This was one of the few times that she actually cried during the entire weekend. And it was for a good reason--she pulled her cupcake up to her face when the candle was still in it burning her poor little pouty mouth. She recovered quite quickly once the medicinal chocolate hit her taste buds.




On Saturday, everyone came to the lake to celebrate with us. We started with lunch. Uncle Rob was on grill duty until a minor catastrophe had him handing the spatula to Grandpa. Don't be fooled by all of the smoke--those burgers were tasty!


She might look sweet...
but don't mess with Aunt Danielle cause she'll tackle and tickle you.

Here is the cake that was supposed to be a Mickey cake, but somehow ended up a Sesame cake. No worries, Amaya didn't care.


Oh, the pressure of everyone staring while I cut the cake. This was the first party that I didn't hand the job off to Nana.


Once that ordeal was over, I rewarded myself with a sizable slice.

Amaya did too.
Presents!




Time to go down to the lake and burn off all of those calories. Hmmm, it would seem that the family is a bit confused as to what "burn off calories" looks like.






After we got our fill of sun, we headed in to watch the race. Amaya tested out her new toys.

Get out of the picture Grandpa: you're blocking my ride.

And where was Daddy during all of this excitement?


Getting the star treatment at the inaugural Nationwide Iowa Speedway race. Rough life.
Standing by Brad Coleman and the ESPN dude who just interviewed him. Oh, and Rob. Can't forget Rob--not to be confused with Uncle Rob. I'll draw you a flow chart.
Prime seating for the race. Pretty sure there was not much crying going on at Daddy's party either.