whoosh
Oh, I earned my mommy merit badge today, bitches.
Benjamin's first birthday seemed to be a success.
Unless I hear otherwise, that's how I'm calling it.
I'm sure at some point tomorrow, I'll hear from Mom about everything I did wrong, but, eh...
Benjamin behaved wonderfully during the party.
Before and after? That's another story, never mind. Anyway...
Sami and Silas brought Cody and Fiona and Dave brought Anton. Little boys crawling, toddling everywhere.
They were so cute. And Benjamin was so happy to see his little friends.
The food was okay. The drinks, fine.
I made cupcakes. We sang "Happy Birthday." Dad brought his guitar to make sure we stayed on key. We didn't.
Benjamin had his first cupcake. Followed by his first sugar rush. Oh, Lord.
But we made it through the day more or less intact.
Does it get easier as they age? Please tell me it does.
Benjamin's first birthday seemed to be a success.
Unless I hear otherwise, that's how I'm calling it.
I'm sure at some point tomorrow, I'll hear from Mom about everything I did wrong, but, eh...
Benjamin behaved wonderfully during the party.
Before and after? That's another story, never mind. Anyway...
Sami and Silas brought Cody and Fiona and Dave brought Anton. Little boys crawling, toddling everywhere.
They were so cute. And Benjamin was so happy to see his little friends.
The food was okay. The drinks, fine.
I made cupcakes. We sang "Happy Birthday." Dad brought his guitar to make sure we stayed on key. We didn't.
Benjamin had his first cupcake. Followed by his first sugar rush. Oh, Lord.
But we made it through the day more or less intact.
Does it get easier as they age? Please tell me it does.