I fully expected to attempt to write some posts this weekend and I could barely bring myself to look at the computer at all (except my constant refresh on facebook, of course) so now I can hang my head in shame and say last week’s lack of posts really probably had nothing to do with Hubby’s current attachment to the laptop.
I take that back; that was my story, and I’m stickin’ to it.
Anyhow, my baby turns one in THREE DAYS. Holy Be-jeebus. I’ve barely thought about his birthday party, which is currently spiraling out of control. Thankfully I decided ahead of time not to serve real food, because nearly everyone we’ve invited is coming which means there are going to be probably a dozen kids and associated adults, and as many as 2 dozen children (and associated adults). I need to make a food list and make everything on Saturday (which thankfully is one of the few free weekend days I have). I think there will be guacamole and salsa, buffalo chicken dip, jalapeno popper dip, assorted chips and veggies and ranch, cake and cupcakes. Does that sound like enough? No? Not to me either.
What on earth was I thinking?
I can actually tell you exactly what I was thinking: It would be nice for Spencer to have a couple friends his own age at the party. HA!
You do realize this is going to be at my little house, right?
And there will be more people than were at the Independence Day extravaganza, right?
Hold me, mommy.
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