Ruby and I went to a birthday party today. For a lovely little lady turning one.
Ruby always likes to put on a show for strangers. She’ll scream bloody murder at home, but put her in a room with 50 other people and she’s mellow as yellow.
All of the following have woken her up at home: whispers, ice falling into the ice box from the ice maker in the freezer, footsteps, pouring cereal into a bowl, opening a pop can and flushing the toilet. This is while in her room, with the door closed and the noise maker on at max volume.
But put her in a room of 50 people and here’s what we get.
So the day went off without a hitch. I don’t think I heard a single whimper at the party or in the hour long car ride to and from. Also, they had my absolute favorite kind of cake. Super duper rich chocolate, with fudge filling and cream cheese frosting. It sort of felt like my birthday.