As you can see, both girls were thrilled about the prospect of consuming cake in the very near future. Every time I turned around their little fingers were sneakily picking of sprinkles and depositing them into their happy mouths. Miss Sprinkle Cake (as we named her) had to be moved to and undisclosed location until party to time; this was for her own good, of course.
Once Auntie, uncle and cousins arrived, we dove right in. A modest spread, just enough to hold everyone over until cake time. Who wants to fill up on carrots, when there is sprinkle cake?
Admittedly, this is a horribly depressing looking picture of the Hickok women. But, there is no one to blame (unless you count Auntie, who was holding the camera and was therefore the one in charge of getting one solid shot of lit candles). Oh well. It really was fun. Tons of fun! Really! I promise, we had a blast all day long. There was definitely some sugar highs and lows, but coincidentally, the lows kicked in right around nap time, and then again around room time, and finally around early bed time. It was a great day.
Update: Alisha emailed me this photo she took from the party! Hooray, the day is saved! I love Adelaide's intent gaze at the candles.