(Well you know, except for the birth-day, when she was born, but we're really not being that technical.)

    Finally.  After a long, grueling saga of memory cards that wouldn't read, and computers that wouldn't recognize flash drives, I was finally able to somehow transport the pictures from my camera to my computer and wah-lah, we're in business! Finally.

  Ug.  This whole experience has rather discouraged me from using my camera, and to be honest, I haven't taken pictures of Joss in a lo-o-ong time.  So I caved and went to JCPenny the other day and got some taken.  Ug again.  I dislike studio pictures.  I don't like their poses, or their props, or their photographers, but hey.  We do what we can.

   It hit me like a ton of bricks when I was setting up for this party..."This is the first party EVER, that I get to throw, as a mom.  What a privilege!  What a responsibility!"  I was just floored for a moment soaking that all in.   Randy, bless his heart, took most of the pictures at the party because I was either dashing around like a madwoman refilling platters or hovering over the birthday girl trying to get her to try her cake.  Speaking of the birthday girl, without further ado, here is Jocelyn Kate's first birthday, from her point of view.

 Mommy made lots of food, most of which I couldn't eat.  But it smelled nice!  I don't know what they were all called, and so she wrote the menu.  ~Crescent wrapped smokies, Hot ham and cheese sliders with a poppy-seed glaze, a holiday cheese ball with crackers, veggie tray and punch.
    Chocolate dipped strawberries, cupcakes, cookies, candies, and Bonnie's famous peppermint fudge.~  Thanks, Mommy!
    I like to call this little project the "mural of me."  It's in my room now, and I just love pointing to all the pictures and oohing and ahhing. 


    Then it was time for presents.  Everyone was staring at me with such rapt anticipation it was a little intimidating.
    So Mommy helped me open them, as I wasn't too sure of what to do.

• Cheese is the yummiest.
• Getting your hair done is SO overrated.
• Little baby dolls are the best.  I kiss them, I hug them, I hold them tight at night, I kind of want to eat them.
• My little kitchen from Grandma S. and dishes and fake food from Grandma G. are awesome.
• The best clothes are...no clothes! 
• Bathtimes = funtimes.
• Daddy & Mommy are crazy about me.