She’s almost one!

speed of time cliche
who knew it could be so true
her first year is… poof!

I can’t believe the wee-er one will be 1 on Sunday. It’s been the shortest year of my life. Seriously. I think this entire year has gone by faster than the last two weeks of my pregnancy did.

I could get all mushy right now, reminiscing about her first few days and her milestones and her birth, etc. But I’m going to have to save that for this weekend. I have a baby to get down for a nap and a puppy pooping on my carpet and a 5-year-old who needs stimulation or he will single-handedly bring the house down around us all. There’s no time for mushy right now.

In fact, there’s no time for birthday party planning. I don’t want to do anything crazy, but I’d still like to do SOMETHING for her, and here it is, the Tuesday before her big day and I have no presents, no plan for a cake, nothing. With the wee one, I was obsessed for months about his cake and his party. (A zoo party – with a giraffe cake, complete with toasted coconut spots. That was back when I thought I had time to make Martha Stewart recipes. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.)

So, basically, I’m feeling a little guilty. My in-laws will be here this weekend to celebrate. And my mom was just here this past week. But I hadn’t really planned on inviting a lot of friends over. Now that the day is nearing, though, I feel a panic creeping up my neck. I should call people! I should go buy useless things so she has a bunch of presents to unwrap! I should consult my cake book to figure out something cool to make!

Is it weird to feel like you’re letting your one-year-old down by only having four people over for some cake? I only feel that way because her brother’s first birthday – while not extravagant – was at least a party. You know?

I’m trying to figure out a cake, and so I’ve come up with her two favorite things:
1. my boobs
2. cheese

So that leaves me with a cake in the shape of boobs, made of cheese. Or a cake in the shape of cheese, with a side of nursing when she’s done.

No pink balloons and giant number ones and ballerinas and Elmo for us, no siree. If we’re doing a cheesy first birthday, we’re doing it literally.

Stay tuned for pictures.

I think.

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2 thoughts on “She’s almost one!

  1. Heya Mama. When my littlest turned one, we just invited our best friends over (by which I mean my best friend and her kids), I baked a from-the-box cake with from-the-can icing, and he was the happiest little birthday boy ever. Did not give a rat’s ass about the presents, but the CAKE – oh lord, the cake sent him over the moon.
    And really, what else can you hope for.
    He suffers from second-child syndrome – less of everything, but the reality is he doesn’t even notice, is way happier than #1 ever was, and as long as that trend continues, I am all good with turning into total slacker mom.
    For his second birthday, I invited a few more of my best friends over, and their kids, and they just ran around screaming while the moms got drunk. Um, the party lasted 7 hours. Kids were joyous, child was elated, mamas were very unwell the next day. Success all around!
    Didn’t you know this was all about me?

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  2. Ditto the guilt, though it was pointless. My now 2-year-old did not even get the 4 people over. Seriously. No party, no cake, no presents. Her older sister did not have a 2-year birthday party either. Rough year, much like yours.
    The great thing is that almost exactly one year later, no one remembers the lack of parties, and I feel relieved that I didn’t try to make my head explode by doing the “one more thing”.
    Give yourself a break…buy a Kroger cake and lose the guilt. Everyone (including you) will be glad you did! 🙂

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