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
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.