this is your brain on sugar
...any questions?
Yes, L's first birthday party was big enough that it had to span 2 days, covering all the relatives and friends we could muster, and all the cookies we could stuff ourselves with. We were dumb in this respect -- we had to prepare and clean for the arrival of something like 50 people over that time, and we didn't get a free moment to ourselves, except to get a movie night to ourselves at the local multiplex, for a movie we really shouldn't have seen (Munich). But I digress.
But L was a champ, though! He played and laughed and played some more, and socialized a lot with the babies there, and discovered that Textured Foods and Solid Objects are Really Fucking Cool to shove in your face, if such things are Cake, Cake, and OhmygodisthatmorecakedammitgivememorecakemorecakeMORECAKESUGARSUGARSUGAR!!!!11!! As is evidenced by the coke addict jonesing going on with the hand-shaking in the picture.
But I digress again. Aside from a brief testosterone moment of a few guys watching the game on the 2nd day, there were stratospheric levels of estrogen everywhere (oh the nurturing), no doubt providing contact pregnancies to the unsuspecting. (That picture is like a baby Rorschach test: some people see four babies cheerfully looking at their mommies from a crib. I see a hell of diapers and screaming.)
L was also kind enough to be incredibly photogenic throughout, even providing this moment: Richard Avedon, eat your heart out. (Yes, it's blurry. You try taking artistic pictures of a child in the throes of his first sugar high.)