The serious business of the day was tie-dying "onesies" for the tyke. Fortunately, the largest size was for a 12-month old, preventing potential scenes in the future ("I don't care that you're in 8th grade - your aunt Julie made that shirt for you and you are wearing it to the dance!") But we won't be surprised if the child grows up with an unexplainable affinity for the 1960s...
When we weren't splashing around in the dye, we were free to chat, eat, drink and be merry.

And admire the cutest cake ever...
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