On July 26, Henry and Arden turned one.
We had the party on with a brunch on July 19 because we were going to be on the east coast at the wedding of the year on their actual birthday (details on that grand affair to follow). A huge thank you to my gracious parents for offering their beautiful home as our location!
The theme, as you may be able to ascertain, was Anchors Aweigh! I chose this for several reasons, the first of which was its gender-neutrality. Next it said “Adventure!” and lent itself to overtly preppy clothes, of which I’m extremely fond. Yes, Arden’s shirt has anchors. Yes, her pink shorts are sailor shorts, not that you can tell in that photo. And yes, Henry’s romper has embroidered sailboats. This was half the fun.
This post is going to consist mostly of pictures, rather than weighty insights about them turning one, because I’ve covered that territory. Besides, who could complain about twinsy pictures?
Sam and I made that Pinterest-inspired and -worthy lifering behind them, which reads “H & A REPH 07 – 26 – 2013.”
Before the earth spins off its axis, I should just say it: yes, I crafted! I made things! I shopped! I loathe all of these things, but as their birthday approached I heard that creepy whisper (lie?) that all mothers hear that says: “If you don’t make things for their birthday with your own hands, what kind of a mother are you?” I have a strong suspicion that I’ll be deaf to this whisper within three years, but for their first birthday, I went for it.
The giant “1” behind my beautiful friend and her son is made up of the 43 weekly pictures I took of the twins to chart their growth through the year. It’s so fun to look at up close, and I wish I had a better picture of it. There are only 43 because I started doing it when they were seven weeks old, and I couldn’t include the last two weeks due to their birthday party date.
I also strung up all eleven of their monthly photos, but sadly, I forgot to take a picture of that. But it’s a craft!
My extremely craft-gifted sister, Sam, made this adorable sign:
Yes, that’s a mimosa and bloody mary bar. You didn’t know this major rule of hosting a one-year-old birthday? You do now. You’re welcome (your guests will thank me).
I could go on about the enormous printed pictures and handmade themed tablecloths (thanks Mom!), but I think you get the idea. Let’s move on to the real meaning of the day: the people.
The twins and their Grandpa and Papa!
Best friends/family with the birthday boy, who is judging/desiring that Mary.
We had this gorgeous new mom and our youngest guest, her eight-day-old Gardner!
Also special friends…
This is a recreation of a ten-year-old photo. We do unattractive well.
And another set of twins!
I could share so many more photos of the dozens of treasured family and friends in attendance, but then this might begin to feel like a roll call.
So let’s cut the cake!
Erin and I made their little three-tier cakes, with alternating chocolate and vanilla cake. Erin made the whipped cream from scratch to serve as frosting, because this was the babies’ first taste of sugar and I thought heavy, processed icing might make them sick. Or maybe I thought they’d devour it and then be sick. Either way.
We helped them blow out their candles after singing to each of them, and then we let them at it.
Their reaction can best be described as a mix of nonchalance and confusion. We expected them to dive headfirst, and instead they were as Arden is above. “Here, Nonni, if you say it’s so great, you go ahead.”
So the aunties jumped in to give them some backup.
I have to admit I felt the strangest combination of disappointment and pride. I really wanted them to go hog wild, but when they didn’t I felt a little like, yesssss, my Seattle hippie mom moves are paying off! They don’t care about sugar! Time has proven this not to be true at all (ice cream, I’m looking at you), but I enjoyed the fantasy for that day.
Non-love for cake aside, we had a wonderful day celebrating a wonderful year. Mike made a lovely slideshow that made me cry, and we got to stop for a moment and acknowledge the richness that’s been added to our lives in the form of our two most precious people.
We also got to high-five the accomplishment of surviving the first year. Not insignificant, I must say!
Happy birthday, Henry and Arden!