A Spring Birthday for a Sweet Baby Girl

I love that Girl #2 has a Spring birthday. I was excited to decorate and celebrate the snow being gone, but alas, it's still here, just like it was a year ago when she was born. A lot of snow did melt over the weekend though, and we had gorgeous weather for the party on Sunday with temps in the 50's. But now today a little more snow is coming down, WTH? Is this an April fools' joke or what?

Anywho, for the party decorations, instead of buying a bunch of paper junk from China that would probably go in the trash after the party, I thought it would be nice to make some springy decorations that we could keep and enjoy reusing after the party too.

Spring Centerpiece

Bunting close-up. I love this fabric and had enough to cut out a dress for baby girl out of it too. I thought once in a wild moment I might get it sown in time for her party, but that was crazy talk. Maybe by Easter.

Pinterest-inspired bunting. This will hang in Baby Girl's room later.

Spring Flower CUPCAKES! God they were good. Banana cupcakes with white frosting (a favorite at our house), and white cake cupcakes (my Grandma's recipe) w/ pink frosting.

The kiddos at the party all made Fairy Gardens to take home with them. Good times. I'll have to share more photos in another post someday.

Happy 1st Birthday Baby Girl! Love you so much.

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