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She Says… Owen Turns 3

So technically Owen turned 3 on July 24th. But, let’s be honest, with a one-week old at home on that date, the most we could really coordinate was bringing pudding to school as a treat for Owen and his little buddies. (That’s not entirely true, I guess we also had a nice dinner and a cupcake that night after school).

And we all know that it’s not REALLY your birthday until your BIRTHDAY PARTY. Am I right? At least that’s the way it always felt to me.

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again — I adore birthdays. I love the excitement of planning the party, the anticipation of waiting for the party and the thrill of the actual party day. I have clearly passed this love on to my first born, because he has been scheming his 3rd birthday since the day he turned 2. Mostly the cake. He’s not even an out-of-control cake fan, but he just likes thinking about what his cake will look like. I can relate!

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His first birthday cake was a rainbow cake. He was too little to have any idea about the theme, but he certainly enjoyed the colors. And I was very proud of my cake creation (especially since I only make cake once a year… for his birthday! Baking is not my strong suit). His second birthday he picked the theme — CONSTRUCTION. The truck cake was such a hit that as soon as he took his first bite he began planning what cake he was going to have when he turned 3. All year long I heard, “I’m going to have a ___ cake!”. He would tell random people on playgrounds and old ladies at the grocery store. They’d have no idea what he was talking about, and whatever filled in that blank was news to me at the time, as his ideas changed daily.

A few weeks before the party I started helping him narrow down his cake ideas. Based on the fact that I knew I’d have a newborn and wanted everyone OUTSIDE, I came up with the idea of a bubble themed party. Owen’s Backyard Bubblepalooza, to be exact.

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I may have come up with the party theme, but the cake theme was entirely up to Owen. He very clearly told me (after I carefully steered him away from a few other totally out-there ideas), “I want a bumble bee cake for me, and cupcakes for my friends”.

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Done and done.

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Many people told me I was totally crazy to attempt a birthday party with a brand new baby at home. But there is something about this second child that has pushed me to get back to our “normal” as soon as possible. And our normal isn’t necessarily doing what is easy if that means a sad 3 year old who doesn’t get a party that he has been looking forward to for the last year. Frankly, it felt GOOD to put my mind and hands to work on a little project other than Emmett for a few days. I gave myself a few little projects and outsourced the rest (like the adorable invitation and printables from my lovely and talented friend Stefcheck out her Etsy shop!).

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It was low-stress and high-reward.

Benjamin and I made a bazillion gallons of bubble stuff the night before the party and filled up tupperware containers and a kiddie pool for various bubble crafts/projects I had found on the wonderful world wide web (thank goodness for Pinterest!). Bubble painting was the biggest hit! Messy, but oh so fun.

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It was a morning party, so I kept the snacks light and vaguely bubble-themed (POPcorn, pretzels, watermelon, lemonade and seltzer). Everything was gluten free so that no one (aka Owen) had to be told he couldn’t eat something. So naturally he ate his weight in pretzels.

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The kiddie pool was filled with bubble stuff so we could use a hula hoop to make huge bubble tunnels around the kids. But apparently Owen had other plans. While dancing around and telling some story, gesturing wildly, as he tends to do, he tripped and fell backwards into the pool. Instead of getting upset or crying that he was covered in soapy bubbles, he got up, laughed, and said, “Can someone get me some new clothes?” while stripping the wet ones off.

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Everyone at the party was in stitches watching him parade around the yard naked and singing “Happy Birthday” to himself into a toy microphone.

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What can I say? The kid knows how to party.

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So, all in all the party was a huge success. Emmett spent the entire time sleeping in the arms of various friends and family and Owen got his bumblebee cake and a day of bubbles surrounded by his friends.

And now, I officially have a 3 year old.

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She Says… Home Alone

It was quiet here yesterday for the first time since Emmett was born.

  • Benjamin was working
  • My mom (who stayed with us for the last 6 days helping out) had gone home
  • Owen was at school

It was just me and the little guy.

The first time this happened with Owen I remember feeling a bit panicked. What if something happened? How did I go to the bathroom or shower? What if I couldn’t get him to stop crying? What would we do all day? This time, it just felt… peaceful.

Yesterday I kept a list of what we did (since I distinctly remembering feeling like I hadn’t gotten anything done when I was home with Owen as a baby).

6:30am: He “woke up” (and by woke up I mean I opened the windows and considered it morning, despite the fact that we are up every 2-3 hours around the clock), right when Owen does. It’s Owen’s 3rd birthday today (!!!) so I made Emmett wait to nurse so we could go in and sing Happy Birthday. Emmett wasn’t too thrilled with that idea, so I ended up nursing while singing and  then Benjamin got Owen ready for school while Emmett and I finished up. Emmett and I said goodbye to the boys.

7:15am – 8:30am: Emmett chilled in his chair while I had breakfast and he dozed off while I started a batch of homemade yogurt and cleaned up the mess from the somewhat hectic evening with both kids.

8:30am – 9:00am: Before I knew it, it was time to nurse again. This time we watched the Today Show and I not-so-secretly loved all of the royal baby coverage.

9:00am – 10:00am: Quiet awake time for Emmett, and then his first at-home sponge bath. I kind of forgot how to do this around the (gross) umbilical cord but I got the job done. Of course as soon as I toweled him off, he peed everywhere.

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10:00am – 10:45am: Emmett was exhausted from the bath so I popped him in the Moby wrap for a nap and vacuumed our whole first floor. The sound of the vacuum soothes him, and he seems to love being jostled around, just like he was in the womb.

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10:45am – 11:00am: Spent time staring at his beautiful face while he woke up and stretched out after our vacuuming session.

11:00am – 11:30am: Nurse again.

11:30am – 12:45pm: This time instead of having some awake time after nursing, Emmett nursed himself into a milk coma and went right to sleep. I took advantage of his full belly and put him in his chair while I showered, folded laundry and ate lunch.

1:00pm – 2:00pm: Nurse again. This time, between waking Emmett up, a mayjuh diaper incident, waking him up again, and then a long nursing session, it took nearly an hour.

2:00pm – 2:30: Quiet awake time. Emmett looked around and bobbled his head while I carried him and patted his back and babbled about what we were doing. By 2:30 he was getting twitchy and was ready for another nap.

2:30pm – 3:15pm: Emmett sleeps in the swing while I wrap Owen’s birthday presents and go through the mail we had been ignoring from the last week.

3:15pm – 4:00pm: Nurse again.

4:00pm – 5:00pm: Ice cupcakes and prep for Owen’s birthday.

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At 5 Owen came home from school and we began Emmett’s slow decline to bedtime. He is seriously cluster feeding at night from around 6-9pm, which is slightly inconvenient because it’s the only time I get to spend with Owen on school days, and also coincides with dinner time. Though, really, is there ever a convenient time to be chained to the couch nursing a starving little animal? Tonight we had some help from the grandparents who made dinner and Owen was entertained with birthday presents for the most part.

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The cupcakes made the night.

 

A happy birthday to my first born and a successful first day home with Emmett. I realize the sleepy newborn days are fleeting (and I’m in for a LOT more awake time, likely fussy awake time, in the coming weeks), but so far I like the way this maternity leave feels.

She Says… Bumps

First things first. We finally took a bump shot. It’s one of the only pictures that we’ve taken of me since my bump started to emerge. It’s not at all because I don’t like how I look (in fact, I love it); it’s mostly a function of the fact that I’ve either been behind the lens or sick/unshowered/taking care of someone else who was sick since then. Sad but true.

Sorry, baby #2! You’ll just have to look at the bump pics I took when I was pregnant with Owen and look about 4 weeks ahead to see how I looked with you.

So, yeah. The blizzard canceled my bowling birthday party (yes, don’t laugh, we were going to go bowling — there are very few things a pregnant lady can to do enjoy herself at a birthday party!) BUT Benjamin, Owen and I still had a little birthday celebration at home.

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As you can see from my red nose in these pictures, that “I’m so healthy and it feels so good” period from last week was short-lived. Another upper respiratory something-or-other has taken up residence in my nose/throat/chest and Owen and I are both going through tissues like it’s our job. A different kind of bump in the road.

I assumed this was just a cold and not anything more serious, but I’m still so tired of getting every bug and virus that passes through this house. Pregnancy has killed my [normally very strong] immune system.

Then yesterday I got a call from Owen’s daycare. A friend in his class who we have been in contact with has been diagnosed with Fifth Disease. I bet a lot of you are familiar with it, as it’s pretty common for kids to get at some point. It’s not a huge deal for kids — it’s a run of the mill virus with sore throat, stuffiness, fever, body aches. The thing that sets it apart is that after the virus runs its course, the kid breaks out in a red rash (starts on their face, Fifth Disease is also called “slapped baby syndrome”, and spreads to arms and legs). Unfortunately it is most contagious prior to the rash stage, so it is often spread before it can be identified.

The scary part about it, and the only reason I mention it here, is that it can be dangerous for pregnant women. Apparently 50% of women are immune to it (if they have had it before), so it’s not an issue for them. But if you are not immune, the virus can result in miscarriage (for a small percentage of non-immune women). I called my doctor immediately, especially given the symptoms I’ve been having this past weekend, and we decided to do a blood test to see if I have immunity.

Yet another lovely illness-related thing to worry about. I’m ready to be healthy again, please!

She Says… Birthday Blunder

One of Owen’s best buddies, Sam, turned three this past weekend. And we learned a very important lesson. Read on…

The party began with a LOT of jumping and giggling. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but balloons make a birthday party. I’ve never seen anything like it. Give some preschoolers a totally empty (padded?) room with a dozen helium balloons and let them go to town, and you’ve got the recipe for the BEST! BIRTHDAY! EVAH!

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And then they continued with more jumping on Sam’s new big boy bed.

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…and some more jumping around in Sam’s castle. Owen crawled right in and shouted, “I’M A DRAGON!!!”. Oh how I love the enthusiasm of a toddler pretending.

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(The castle was no match for Owen’s overzealous jumping/climbing). Don’t worry, no toddlers were harmed in the breaking of this building.

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Then they stopped jumping for a few minutes to eat some lunch.

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It was one of our first experiences with not allowing Owen to have the food everyone else was eating due to his wheat allergy/gluten intolerance/celiac. I’ll do another allergy update on this again soon, but recent evidence has made us change our minds about the “Oh, he can have some wheat when we’re out and about” attitude, and moved us back into “totally gluten free” territory. I thought he’d be upset about not being able to have nuggets (which he adores), but he was totally cool with having something else. I even brought him homemade gluten free chocolate chip cookies to have instead of cake/cupcakes, and rather than feeling left out, I think he felt special. Phew, crisis averted.

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And now for the lesson we learned.

When we were ready for the birthday piece de resistance — blowing out the birthday candles, Owen, ever the spotlight hog, dashed over from across the room and blew out Sam’s candle before he could get to it! He actually did it before any of us really knew what was happening — I was snapping pictures, totally unaware of the renegade candle blowing that was about to happen.

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That little stinker! To his credit, I’m going to bet he had no idea that it wasn’t a nice thing to do. Egocentricity is the basis of toddlerhood, after all, and I imagine all he was thinking was how fun it was to be the center of attention at his birthday party.

Still, there were tears. And understandably so. After the parents all had a good laugh (poor Sam!), the candles were lit again and we all sang again and Sam got his moment to shine.

And I added yet another thing to the list of “things I never expected to have to teach my kid”.

Suffice to say Owen was pooped after all of that attention stealing and I got a quiet ride home and a nice, long nap.

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Oh, and his chubby little hands haven’t let go of that balloon since Saturday afternoon. He’s been carrying it around our house like it’s his prized possession. Remind me of that next time I need a cheap way to keep my kid happy for a week.

 

She Says… The Big 2

Well, technically he’s not 2 until tomorrow at 12:33pm, but since we had the big birthday bash this past weekend, in his mind, the exciting part of turning 2 is already over.

It was AWESOME.

The morning of the party I got inspired to make Owen a birthday tee shirt. It was surprisingly easy, and though I probably should have been concentrating on things like icing the cake and cupcakes and making appetizers, everything got done and the shirt turned out pretty darn cute (if I do say so myself).

The “cars, trucks and things that go” theme was so much fun. I got constructions hats and noise makers for the kids when they came in the front door. The noisemakers were a huge hit!

We had about 25 people and over 10 kids… so it was a full house! We continued the party outside where the kiddos splashed in a little wading pool (with construction themed rubber duckies) and burned off the sugar from all of the treats.

Even the adults got in on the fun!

And then there was cake. Oh yes, TRUCK CAKE. As I mentioned before, Owen was fixated on having a truck cake (hence the entire party theme). I found some inspiration on Pinterest and then went to work creating my own.

I was so proud of myself! It is only the 2nd cake I’ve ever made. (This one, at least year’s party, was the first). I know everyone said, “Take it easy. Buy the cake.”, but I got SO MUCH JOY out of making this cake for Owen. And a little joy is just what the doctor ordered, even if it meant a few hours of extra work.

The truck theme continued to cupcake toppers and signs and decorations. I love a theme party!

Owen loved every minute of the party. He kept saying, “So many friends over!” and “TRUCK CAKE”. He played so nicely with everyone, shared his toys like a champ and no one had any meltdowns or major altercations. An all-around success, I would say.

Check out this grin! I would say Owen’s favorite part of the party was when everyone sang “Happy Birthday” to him. He looked around smiling and said, “Happy Birthday to me!”. Attention hog, much?! Don’t know WHERE he got that…

I love throwing parties!

We didn’t have Owen open presents at the party because I think it’s a lot of pressure for a) him to give a good reaction, b) other kids to sit while he gets to open presents and c) everyone to “share” after a new toy has just been opened. I opted to save them all for a quieter time when we could appreciate opening each one. I felt a little guilty that people wouldn’t get to see their gift opened and appreciated, though.

What do you do at birthday parties? Is there a certain age at which present-opening can be done without drama? Is it a good idea/bad idea?

She Says… Party Boy

Owen’s party was a total success.

Good food, great friends and lots of happy babies.

Owen was in heaven surrounded by all of his friends. Mr. Social was quite the party host. He even cried when people said goodbye!

The rainbow cake (my first attempt at a cake… ever) turned out beautifully. So impressive when we made that first slice.

And Owen totally dug his gluten free rainbow cupcakes.

All in all an awesome day. We all slept well that night.

Now I am in New York for the beginning of another CRAZY work week running an in-person training that starts in New York and continues in Boston. I flew in yesterday on 9/11, on an eerily empty flight. A little nerve-wracking to be here on that day. “Complicated” doesn’t even begin to describe the logistics of the training for the rest of this week. It’s going to be a long week of early mornings and late nights and missed bedtimes. But we’ll make it through.

This morning Benjamin let me know that Owen slept in until after 7:00am. That’s a whole lot nicer than his usual 6:15am (or 5:00am if his teeth are bothering him, as they have been recently) wake up time! How come that never happens when I am home?! Lucky Daddy.

Fingers crossed that the week goes smoothly and I can get back to my normal schedule next week. I’ve only been gone since yesterday and I already miss my boys.

 

 

She Says… Party Prep

I know, I know, Owen turned 1 way back on July 24th. That feels like forever ago. We had planned a party for him the weekend of his actual birthday, but it turned out that all of our friends and family were traveling that weekend. So we rescheduled. And I put all of my party planning on hold since September 10th seemed so far away.

Fast forward to today. The party is in 2 weeks and I am 1 week away from another crazy work week running a training for 50 new hires at my company. Which means that the 1 week leading up to the party — the one where I had planned to do all of the planning and prepping — is going to essentially be nonexistant. I’m going to be rushing to work super early in the mornings and staying late at dinners and events at night. I will miss bedtimes. And I will be working my butt off. Benjamin will be eating frozen food. It’s just the way it goes.

Why we decided to put the party the day after my longest week of the year, I’ll never know. Oh wait, yes I do… it was our only free weekend until the middle of October. Already. How does that happen so far in advance?!

Anyway, now I’m trying to get some of the planning done early so that I’m not stressed about the party after that long week of being stressed about work. The most important part of this process is letting go of my visions of perfection and handmade everything and just BUYING THINGS. Even if they are not perfect.

Owen will not ever know the difference.

Benjamin is out of town again this week (sigh), so my plan is to make these:

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And figure out a menu. The “theme”, if you can call it that, is Happy Hour. Remember our invitation?

Bottles + Snacks = Happy Hour. So my idea is to have everything labeled as either bottles or snacks, and have appropriate things for the adults and the kids.

And rainbow cake. Lots of rainbow cake.

More inspiration on my Pinterest page.

What’s the best theme party you’ve ever been to? Any great “do ahead” ideas to make my party go smoothly after a long, hard week?

She Says… 12 Months

My precious son,

You are a year old. One whole year. 12 months. 365 days. Although it seems like it has gone by an in instant, it also kind of feels like a lifetime has gone by since this time last year. On July 24th, 2010 I got to see your sweet face for the first time. Daddy and I had worked so hard to create you, and I thought about you every day when you were growing in my belly, but we didn’t really know you back then. We had a lot of learning to do. We loved you; yes, we loved you so fiercely that simply loving you consumed our lives in those early days. But we didn’t really know you. As a person. Our tiny person.

Now we know you. We know the twinkle in your eye when you are about to toss food off of your high chair. Which you do a lot. And you think it’s hilarious. Here’s a secret: though I try not to show it, I think it’s hilarious too. We know the slow blink you do when you wake up from a nap. The slow blink that turns into a smile that morphs into a grin that often erupts into a giggle as you stand up, toss your lovey over the rail of your crib and then feign sadness. We know the little dance/knee bounce you do when you hear the ABC song. We know the feel of your little fingers in our hands as you toddle faster and faster and farther and farther.

We know the way your hair spikes up, still wet from the bath, and how it is as soft as a little duckling’s feathers when it is dry. We know how mischievous you are and how you love to put dog toys in your mouth even when we tell you not to. We know how you are drawn to anything with buttons. We almost always know what you are pointing at when you gesture with your whole arm and cry, “Uh uh”. We know that you are happiest when you are climbing on something (recently the dog) and listening to music.

We know the sound of your cry and your voice and your breathing. We know the curves of your fingernails and your funny, flat big toenail that is still smooshed from when you were in the womb. We know your big, beautiful, piercing, dancing blue eyes. We know your adorable outie bellybutton with the criss-cross creases that slowly emerged once your umbilical cord closed up. We know every tooth as it pushes its way through your gums and makes you cranky with pain.

We know that you love drinking your bottles. You tip your head back and rest it on my shoulder as you gaze up at me, still playing gently with my curls like you did when you were a tiny baby. Now your motor skills are so fine that you can hold a single hair. You pat my cheeks and tickle my knee and sometimes kick your legs absentmindedly. We cuddle. You love to cuddle, but only when drinking your bottle. After that, you are off and running. We know your sweet, sensitive, quiet side. We know you.

But you know what the most amazing thing is? There’s still so much about you that we don’t know. We don’t know what your first word will be (beyond “Dada”, which you are beginning to use appropriately for Daddy, and “Duh” for dog). We don’t know what your favorite subject in school will be. We don’t know what style you will have. We don’t know what words you will write or music you will make or sports you will play. We don’t know when you’ll fall in love or who you’ll fall in love with. We don’t know what you’ll choose to do with your life or what you’ll remember about your childhood. We don’t know what type of a man you will be or what career you will choose. We don’t know what you’ll be passionate about.

I am so in awe of you already. I can’t imagine how that love will grow and multiply as I get to know the person you will become. You have an amazing personality bottled up in that tiny body of yours, and I am so excited to watch it unfold.

I hope your eyes always dance the way they do now. You light up with joy and approach life with an open-mouthed grin. I love that about you. You are confident and social and determined. You are independent and curious, but you always keep an eye on me to make sure I am by your side. I am. I always will be.

Even though you don’t have the words to tell me what you are thinking yet, we have such a strong bond that I always kind of know. I know that will change over the years, but I hope that you always know that I want to know. I want to know you forever. I know for sure that I will love you forever.

I love you, my little 1 year old. I don’t know how you got so big so fast. It is exhilarating to watch you grow beyond the reach of my arms. By far the most challenging and most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. You stretch me. You amaze me. You make me a better version of myself.

All my love (and then some),
Mama

Wanna see? Daddy put together a video of our birthday weekend celebration.

She Says… Waaaaaah

Remember this? This was me one year ago today. Buying our new car just days before Owen was going to pop out. And pop he did. Oh man was I gigantic! And swollen!

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And then this happened. And all of a sudden our little family grew.

And Owen arrived. And my heart grew even bigger than I ever imagined was possible. And, thankfully, my stomach STOPPED growing. Because really, it was getting a little ridiculous.

And then something weird happened. Time started to distort.

During those first few days and weeks, time seemed to stop. I didn’t answer emails or phone calls. I was totally and completely wrapped up in my own little world. It took me 5 minutes to change a diaper, carefully wiping around that weird little umbilical cord stump. I agonized over how to wrap swaddle blankets and if Owen should have socks on and if he was getting enough to eat. Tears ran down my cheeks as I tried and tried and tried to breastfeed but there were just too many issues to contend with. I beamed with pride at the little miracle… the tiny person I had just brought into the world. I gasped and clapped and celebrated every movement he made, every stretch of his fingers and little milestone he reached.

A few months later as I got the hang of the whole mom thing and went back to work, time started flying. ZOOMING by. The milestones began coming a mile a minute. He can sit unpropped! He can roll over! He can roll over both ways! He’s eating solids! He can pull up to a stand! He can babble! He can drink from a sippy cup! He’s feeding himself! He took a step! He took five steps! He’s WALKING!

These days, if I close my eyes even for a second, he is off and toddling. He is climbing and twirling and eating and exploring. He babbles and parrots sounds I make and does some sign language. He understands concepts like “in” and “out”, “open” and “closed”. He can understand sentences like “Give the ball to the doggie” (that particlar one is usually combined with, “No! Don’t eat that! Yucky! That’s a DOGGIE BALL. DOG. BALL.”). Or “Can you put the toy IN the basket?”. It is astonishing to talk to him and feel like, all of a sudden, he knows what I’m saying. And it means something to him.

So today marks the beginning of the weekend-long celebration of Owen’s first year. Yes, we had to reschedule his party, because no one was around, but we still have an awesome weekend planned. And there will be cake. Oh yes, there will be cake. It’s got me thinking a lot about what was happening this time last year. I’ve never in my life felt so overwhelmed by how much changed in a year. Waaaaaaaah! Mama’s feeling sentimental!

Owen will have been outside of my body for 365 days on Sunday. That’s a lot of days. HE WILL BE 1 WHOLE YEAR OLD. In the shortest year of my life, he has transformed from a helpless, wriggly newborn into a rambunctious, hilarious toddler. Wow. That’s a lot to celebrate.

She Says… Boo Hoo

I have been dreaming of planning Owen’s birthday parties since before he was born. I LOVE to throw parties. I love the planning and the coordinating and the cooking and the decorating and the little teeny tiny touches that make the event special and different and personal and awesome.

Clearly a 1st birthday party is more for the parents than the child. Seriously. Owen’s perfect day right now would probably involve taking long naps, eating fruit all day and an unlimited amount of toddling around and climbing stairs. He doesn’t care about parties (though he IS Mr. Social and LOVES being around other kids), and he certainly doesn’t need cake (never had anything remotely like it so he has no idea what he’s missing). But there will be a party. And there will be cake.

While I love the idea of a theme party, I just couldn’t settle on one that was both personal to Owen and parent-friendly. I don’t feel the need to cover my living room with Elmo or theme the day after a movie he’s never seen. Not yet. There will be many years of character-themed parties in my future, I’m sure. Rather, I honed in on the idea of an adult party that caters to Owen’s favorite things. I found an invitation online that totally grabbed me (check it out on my Pinterest page), and then Benjamin and I set out to recreate it in a more personal way.

We are so happy with how it turned out.

Since we have negative free time right now between working, moving and, well, living, we decided to skip the steps of printing and gathering addresses and just email it out to our friends and families.

I hit send and anxiously awaited happy replies.

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One by one the emails trickled in. “Oh no! We’ll be out of town that weekend.” “Sorry we can’t make it, we have family in town.” “Bummer. That’s the same weekend we’re going on vacation.” Even Benjamin’s parents couldn’t make it. My visions of cupcakes and party food and decorations started to feel kind of silly if no one was going to come.

And I had a flashback to when we figured out Owen’s due date when we first discovered we were pregnant. Benjamin had said, “Oh no! Poor kid. He/she will have a summer birthday so no one will be around to celebrate with him/her.” Whereas my first thought was, “Lucky duck! He/she will get a pool party every year!”. I guess we were both right, but I did NOT give Benjamin’s point enough thought at the time. I mean, not that we could have done anything about it at that point. But you know what I mean. I just didn’t think it would be an issue.

Fast forward to now. It’s an issue.

So I’m putting my “It’s his 1st birthday and I want it to be perfect and on/near his birthday and blah blah blah” attitude behind me and rescheduling the party. Score 1 for Owen. He gets TWO CAKES.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to make an oat-free, gluten-free, dairy light cake that actually tastes delicious. I’m thinking cupcakes so all of my guests don’t have to eat gluten free cake. That and the fact that though I’ve made many batches of cupcakes, I’ve never made a cake. That’s right, I’ve never made a cake (from scratch). I don’t even own round cake pans. So at least this year I can avoid facing that fear.

How did you celebrate your little one’s first birthday?