Our baby turned 1 yesterday. I has serious mixed feelings about it, but I'm mostly happy. I miss having a tiny baby, but I love watching him grow. For his birthday, we took him to his first Astros baseball game. It was an amazing game. A no-hitter! The first for that pitcher, and the 11th no-hitter (ever) for the 'Stros!
Today! Today we had a huge party for him with so many of our friends and family. I was frantic and stressed all week, desperately trying to get everything "ready", and ultimately failing. It was a good party, though. So many people showed up to make him feel loved and special. Hubby grilled tons of food; Connor smeared cupcake all over his face; it was the best first birthday party we've ever thrown. ;-)
Overall, I think it was a fantastic day, and we will definitely never do it like this again. Way too much stress and anxiety to make things "perfect" and "ready" (because I'm a bit OCD and want everything to be "just so"). Next year, we're having the party elsewhere. It will still be awesome, but I'm not dealing with the pre-party clean up, the after-party clean up, or the crazy amounts of food. Next time, we order pizza and have the party anywhere else.
Thank you to everyone that was able to come out and make this day so special for us. And thank you to those who weren't able to make it, but sent their love. A very special thank you to our families who helped make this day possible: supplying snacks, drinks, helping clean, finish the fort, organize, cook, and especially to my little sister who iced and decorated the cupcakes for me. We seriously couldn't have done this without y'all. Thank you and we love you all.
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