We went out to dinner (monday night) together to celebrate Howard's birthday!
Liv had some serious stranger danger going on that night.
Funny thing is, they are not strangers.
I don't really like it when she cries if anyone else holds her, but then again, secretly I do.
Well at least a little part of me does.
It makes me feel loved and needed when she stops crying only when I hold her.
Is that bad?
Dan brought a delicious homemade fruit pizza with her handy dandy (what would you call it?) portable pie tote. Hers is from G'ma Hansen. I was eyeing it and thinking how I would love to figure out how to make one. Lets be honest- that will probably never happen, but it was a nice idea.
The fruit in the middle was cut to say '26'.
Is that not the most delicious baby you've ever seen? She ate a jar of baby food (and miraculously stayed clean), and chewed on broccoli. Good girl!
And here is the birthday boy himself! Somehow the only pic we snapped of the man of the hour is blurry. Our apologies.
Happy Birthday Howard!