My Mother made me this sweet Winnie the Pooh cake. I was all about him back in the day.
And now a series of cake consumption photos(while rocking the My First Birthday pajamas):
Anxiously awaiting the cake.
Taste test.
Oh, yeah! Where my love of cake began. PS-When people ask me if my eyes are really "that blue" I am now referencing this post. Or was I wearing baby contacts? The world may never know.
Sometimes old photos make me nearly pee myself. See above. 100% committed to cake consumption.
Hanging with my vintage family members. (ie. Grandma and Grandpa)
Later in the day, outside thinking about how much more cake I want to eat.
Thanks for stopping by and more posts to come soon! Keep it real, 1986 style:)
3 comments:
you are lucky to still have a fist after almost stuffing it in your face as such a tender age and losing it forever. my second point is...I was 14 when you were 1! holy moly!
That is hilarious and so cute! Happy birthday!
You were & are a cutie-pie! I was 26 that year! Yikes I am an old timer! Happy belated birthday, Doll! :)
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