It was a "Mustache Bash!" We had mustache decorations, mustache games (Pin the 'Stache on Hudson and Guess that 'Stache), stick on mustache stickers, and mustache ring pops.
Hudson's cake that took three attempts.
I tried in vain to make a white cake. Each time it turned out yellow. I followed the directions; carefully separating the egg yolks and whites. Who knows? After trying for a third time, I gave up and he had a yellow-white cake.
Don't laugh at my cake decorating skills. I have zero talents when it comes to cake decorating.
But I am semi-talented at onesie-making. Here's Hudson's onesie I made for him for his birthday party.
If you're wondering why he looks so sad. I had just put his tray of food on his highchair and thought, "I should get a picture of his onesie before he dirties it up." So this was his reaction to me taking away his food. Poor kid, you'd think we never feed him.
A while back, I found pictures and cards from my first birthday party. On a card my Mom had written, "I made Melissa a yellow cake with sour cream icing. She wouldn't touch it, seemed afraid of it. We gave her a small bowl of ice cream which she wouldn't eat." Turns out Hudson is my kid after all, even if he is James' doppelganger. He barely touched his cake. Poked at it a few times, licked it once, but never ate any of it. That's OK, though - he's got plenty of time to develop a sweet tooth.
|Nothing runs like a deer!|
|With sweet Richie.|
|First cousins, Andrew and Angela.|
|Grandma and Angel|
All in all, Hudson had a wonderful birthday.
I must confess that when the Lord called us to Missouri I did worry about his first birthday (how silly of me!). My fear was that no one would care. I mean, we've only been here a mere two months. My friends in Louisville have known me for years. Most were there when James and I got married, prayed with us through the bout with infertility, rejoiced with us when we finally got pregnant, and loved on Hudson for the ten months of his life we lived in Louisville. Our friends here in Missouri simply don't have that history with us.
But you know what? It didn't matter. So, so many people came out to love on our sweet boy. That, my friends, is what the body of Christ does. It doesn't matter if they've known you for two decades or two months - brothers and sisters in Christ are brothers and sisters in Christ. So thankful for our sweet church family and how the Lord has given Hudson so many surrogate grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
EDITED TO ADD: Oh and those sweet Louisville friends? Well, they didn't forget Hudson's birthday either! He got so many cards, gifts, emails, and phone calls from our friends back in Kentucky wishing him a "Happy Birthday!" Such a special day!