What better way to to celebrate a new year than by toasting the one year birthday of Emil? The excitement started early in the day. We picked up the cake, made a batch of hummus and put together some flowers. Everybody helped with the prep,but only the Lab was invited to party.
Mr. Baby was camera ready. Which was good, the paparazzi were out in full force. His grandfather, Op-Hai, was in attendance bearing home-smoked salmon, bottles of champagne and his camera. The house was also party perfect. The limestone counter was spread with a white cloth and covered with an assortment of nibbles.(wait for the flowers, they're coming)
After smothering the Bday boy with kisses we gathered our vases and decked their halls.
|A little vase of white and green parrot tulips, silvered fern and brunia decorate the bedroom shelves.|
|In the living room a depression glass bowl of boxwood and greens,tibet roses, silvered branches, dusty miller and more brunia gild an already glam space.|
|And on the buffet table a milk glass vase holds a white amaryllis blossom, a parrot tulip and more bits of silver and grey.|
There were many guests, a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday and huge slabs of chocolate cake with raspberry filling.
And after the guests were gone leaving behind empty champagne flutes and dirty cake plates,when the dogs were sleeping and the family reveling in the quiet, there was time for a cuddle with his father and a reading (or three) of "That's Not My Puppy".
Happy Birthday Mowgli,
I know you're almost a Mr. T, but you'll always be Mr. Baby to me.