There is a good reason why you should not have more than one child born per month...It could very well kill you. I barely survived Addy's party and I can't stop thinking "Next year I have to do this twice in about a week!" Oh boy.
Actually, the party itself wasn't what almost killed me, it was all the prep work. I felt like I spent the entire week doing chores to get everything ready, and I was still up early on Saturday to finish the cleaning, do the decorating and get all the last minute things ready.
I'm sure I complained at some point this week about the lack of RSVP's and how annoyed I was. But then to make matters worse, people who we had tracked down and who said they were coming didn't show (and only 1 person out of those called to say she wouldn't be able to make it), and then more people yet showed up over an hour late. How could you possibly show up an hour late to a 2-hour party? Whatever.
Anyways, the party was good and Addy seemed to be happy and have alot of fun despite the fact that she didn't get to nap. Towards the end of cake time she was getting fussy and was making everyone aware she wanted to go to bed, but I really could not ask for her to have been better behaved.
She got spoiled in the presents department, which was no surprise. She is one loved little girlie.
She was quite confused by her cake at first too, which I thought was cute, but once she had it figured out that cake was a goner.
There's lots of pictures on facebook to check out, and I'll have some on motherhood too.
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