Field of Dreams and First Birthdays

I have thrown my last (planned) first birthday party. Sniff, sniff. However, I will deny that my baby is no longer a baby. Because he will always be my baby.

I'm mean, just look at this little ham! One day he'll have facial hair and muscles. But this is the face that will always be locked in my heart.

While we're at it, let's look at this sweet face too. Sigh.

But back to the post's point. Crew's First Birthday Party. Because I'm all neurotic about "what we did for Cutler, we must do for Crew", this party had to have a movie theme as well. (Remember the Top Gun fun?) My first idea was: TombstONE. And go all western. But western and August heat just weren't jiving in my head. So idea number two: Field of Dreams (vintage baseball). And voila.

There are a MILLION things you can with a vintage baseball party. Just ask Pinterest. I did not do those million things. In fact, there wasn't even a baseball bat on the premises. Though, when you have two boys under 3, you don't supply bats if you want all property intact.

There was a banner here.

And a banner there.

And the food table turned out cute enough. But somehow, I don't have a picture of that. At baseball parties, you serve the normal concession stand fare: hot dogs, nachos, candy and ice cream. We had cracker jacks and shelled peanuts and licorice and sunflower seeds and bubblegum. Bottled coke. And baseball helmets for the ice cream. I decided to forego the cupcakes and opted for baseball Oreo pops. Which turned out super cute. Which means I didn't entirely make them. I had help from Mimi, Mimichele, and Aunt Katie. Actually, they did all the hard part. I just put the sticks in. And purchased the necessary materials. Hey, I don't pretend to be more than I'm not. Anyway, that's the deco/food expose. (When I corral all these deco pics, I'll insert them here.)

Somehow, some way, little man knew it was his day. And he worked the crowd like a pro.

When he first saw his cake, he was super excited. But then the fire came. And the singing.

And all that attention.

And well, it can just make a body cranky.

So the smash cake was a no go. Probably safer that way. I made the cake myself. I know what you're thinking as you look at the picture. No comments please.

All in all, it was the perfect day spent with family.

I know, Cut man, it's just so sad that he's growing up so quickly, isn't it?

But I'm looking forward to this next year with my little Crew Bean. Very much so.