Party Planning

Sugarbaby turns one on Saturday. One. A whole year old.  We are throwing her a party.

I hate throwing parties.  I basically overdid it, OD'd on parties with the first three.  They had shindigs every year, themed galas with magnificent cakes and entertainment.  Marionette puppet shows, costume parties, I was that mom.  Mind you, astronaut and squirrel's birthdays are nine days apart, followed by Halloween 12 days later, Lettuce's birthday 20 days later, Thanksgiving up to a week later, my birthday 2-3 weeks later, princess' birthday 3 DAYS later, Christmas a week after that and then New Year's.

Exactly. 10 hellish weeks.

Then,  I realized that I was creating my own misery by falling into the birthday party pressure. I realized I was spending a lot of money for something the kids wouldn't even remember. I realized that I myself am only certain of 2 parties-my first and a sleepover when I was 11 or 12. 

Yet I continued to get older.

So I stopped. Cold turkey. My friends were shocked.

That is not to say we don't celebrate birthdays.  We do, with cake and presents and a family dinner. Birthday kid's choice. They love it.  It's their day, their special day.

And guess what-they keep getting older.

But Sugarbaby is turning one, and a party she shall have!

Turning 31

Today is my birthday. I am 31.  I have to say, 31 is far younger than it seemed when I was 21. I don't really feel older; I feel a little more awesome, to tell you the truth.But this birthday has been bittersweet. For one, the tragic school shooting in Connecticut is so gut wrenchingly horrendous it'smaking it hard for me to smile. Then a police chase ended tragically here, with far too many lives lost. I was in the ER when the familes arrived. The families' pain was palpable. So much unnecessary loss today.  It really puts life in perspective.

Why was I in the ER, you ask.  Well, in my old age I've managed to become clumsy. I fell and sprained both knees. Both.  I faceplanted on concrete in a parking lot.Technically, though, I didn't faceplant because my boobs prevented my face from hitting the ground. Yay for breastfeeding. But boo for ouchie knees and a hurty finger. To make matters worse, I got to the ER about 11:45 last night. I left at 10:56 this morning.

So with all this negative stuff you'd think my birthday was a bust. Nope. It's great!  I got a $50 Starbucks gift card (An early gift that I've managed to nearly deplete in a week.  I no longer sleep), oodles of hugs and kisses and cuddles from my hubby and babies, dozens of facebook messages and texts, a bottle of Moscato from my roadie Shelby , AND I won the Earth's Best giveaway at Mama on a Green Mission blog (I can't hyperlink on my phone so http://mamaonagreenmission.com/2012/11/we-have-a-teething-baby-tips-and-a-giveaway.html).&nbsp; So yay for birthdays.&nbsp; </p>
<p dir=ltr>Now I shall eat cake. <br>
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