You did it! You successfully survived your first year of parenting with most things still intact (aside from your sanity and social calendar). I know millions of people have done it before you and millions will do it after you, but you still deserve an award, or at least a stiff drink.
When the time comes to celebrate that first birthday, it can be a bit overwhelming. It’s not just a birthday party, after all, it’s a we-survived-and-so-did-this-tiny-human-we-made-but-how-did-the-time-go-by-so-fast-and-i-need-a-drink-because-everyone-is-asking-me-when-I’m-having-another-baby-and-my-boobs-haven’t-even-recovered-from-this-one-yet, kind of party.
If you’re wondering just what to do to celebrate that momentous occasion, check out this first birthday bash that my talented friend and her husband threw for their main “squeeze.” I have to mention, she is a professional event manager so every last drop of this party is perfection!
Dream it, scheme it, don’t forget to THEME it!
Coming up with a theme is just fun. This is probably one of the few birthdays where you will get the final decision, so choose wisely. Before you know it you’ll be planning an obscure “Rango” party and wondering how in the world you’re going to create and explain an armadillo cake for your guests. Continue reading
I have ideas. I mean A LOT of ideas. I take “dreamer” to a whole new level. The problem with this is that I get extremely passionate about these ideas without first filtering out the crazy.
Pinterest isn’t really helping my cause any either. One minute I’m convinced the kids need triple bunk beds in their room and the next I’ve determined we need to quit our jobs, sell the house and start a farm. It’s exhausting.
This past year our Christmas card fell victim to one such idea. When I came to my husband with an idea, it was met with a deer-in-the-headlights look of panic. Apparently he was having a difficult time embracing my vision of bringing a live chicken into the house for a photo shoot.
But, being the good sport that he is, he gathered his patience and together we made one crazy idea come to life. Merry [belated] Christmas to you.
Throughout life, there are monumental moments that break the mold and stand out above the rest–the birth of your children, exchanging vows with your true love, opening the cards stuffed into your homemade valentine mailbox in elementary school…
Oh, what a glorious event that used to be– tearing into that delightful letterbox that your torturous teacher made you wait to open until the end of the day. There certainly was something magical about those little folded cartoon valentines, sealed with a tiny, bent heart sticker and strategically given out amongst classmates and friends.
As it turns out, once you become a parent you realize that’s what Valentine’s Day is really about—simple, down-to-earth expressions of love and kindness. You voluntarily forgo the overpriced food, cheap champagne and unattainably high expectations of romance for stolen kisses over Sponge Bob mac-n-cheese.
Rose petals are replaced with scattered doll clothes and Legos.
Night lights and glow stars have taken the place of candles.
And chocolate….well, there’s still plenty of that. And there’s definitely not a shortage of hugs, kisses or bare butt cheeks either.
No matter who you’ll be spending this Valentine’s Day with, here are 10 ways to celebrate that are sure to melt even the tiniest of hearts. Continue reading
When I was a little kid, I got a real, working, mini laminator machine one year for Christmas.
You read that correctly.
As you can probably imagine my reaction was one of complete shock and utter…. ELATION!!!! Oh yeah baby! I got right to work, laminating anything and everything I could get my hands on (there’s nothing like the smell of burnt plastic in the morning). Continue reading
In honor of my little November baby, this month I want to highlight all things surrounding birthdays. With that said I will be showing a brief clip from my birthing process that truly captures the beauty of childbirth….No you crazies! I will NOT be showing that. I do, however, feel comfortable showing you pictures of her first birthday, as there was less screaming and minimal nipple exposure. Continue reading
Everybody remembers “that one Halloween.” You know the one I’m talking about. Everyone has one. That year when you had the single greatest costume ever and you rocked the balls off of it.
Maybe it was the year you were a Croatian gymnast with body hair spreading like wildfire, or when you were a male stripper with breakaway pants and an awkwardly aggressive lap dance. Whatever night it was, if you’re like me, it probably ruined your kids’ chances of ever becoming President. Continue reading