Big Mama's House

As though Harper wasn't already sufficiently in love with Big Mama next door, a few days ago we were all called over from across the barbwire fence to visit with our surrogate family. Because this inter-yard beckoning happens regularly as Big Mama waits near the fence with plates full of hot food, bread and dessert, we figured we would obtain some sort of nourishment. When we entered our second home we found two cakes sitting on the table; one for Guillermo (Big Daddy), and one for Harper. Our new family explained that since they wouldn't be with Harper for her first birthday, they wanted to celebrate her almost 6 month half-cumpleanos. Harper's candle was lit and the room errupted in an awesome rendition of "cumpleanos feliz". As I whipped out the camera to capture Harper's excitement, something new and strange happened: Harper got scared. Her bottom lip started to quiver as she looked around the room at what must have appeared to be aggressive mouths chanting to the beat of loud, clapping hands, all directed at her. Looking at me with the same sort of vaccine-betrayal face, Harper seemed to be asking me why I had brought her to such a scary, loud, occultic place. And then she started to scream...The worst part was that when it was all over, I couldn't even console her with a piece of yummy cake. Good thing daddy came to the rescue with a little spoonfull of whipped cream. It's just milk, right?