Little Mr. Pleasant

On Saturday, mama and daddy and I went to baby Ella's first birthday party. We took two presents, one from me and one from all of us. Mama made me carry in the one from me. I sat it down a few times on the way in and started to open it but mama made me stop.

So there were a few kids at the party; Abe, who is a little younger than me, Ella, some other baby girl and two big girls. The big girls were mean. They took toys away from me and then one of them hurt me. I was sitting on the hammock, minding my own business, when she came over, 'cause she had to be on the hammock too, and she climbed up. Well, that means I tumbled off. Fortunately mama was standing right there and grabbed my arm so I didn't hit the ground too hard. But I did get a scrape on my face. Mama asked the girl what she was thinking and the girl's mama jumped up to defend her. There was almost a mama fight! But mama just stayed very close to me for the rest of the party; I think she was waiting for the girls to try something else so she could tell them what she really thought of them...

Soon it was cake time! I got to have a cake-pop, which is cake and frosting smushed together on the end of a stick and dipped in chocolate. It was quite decadent. I finished it off and then headed back to the table for another one. Fortunately, I'm tall enough that I can reach the good stuff easily. Unfortunately, as I mentioned earlier, mama was sticking close to me and she vetoed the second cake-pop. Phooey.

Then it was presents time! Ella's mama asked her if she was ready to open some presents. I thought she was asking me so I said "YEAH!" and everybody laughed 'cause I guess you're only supposed to open presents when it's your own party. But Ella is low-tone, which means she can't walk or talk or open presents. So her mama let me help. I sat in the middle of the floor and tore pieces of paper off the presents for Ella. Then I gave the pieces of paper to different people, including Ella and the other little baby girl. The big girls came and tried to help too but they backed off. Maybe mama gave them the stink-eye.

When we left, I got to take a balloon and a pinwheel and some bubbles. Mama got lots of compliments from people on how kind and gentle and agreeable I was. On the ride home, mama thought I was going to hyperventilate from blowing on that pinwheel so much. It's pretty when it spins!