Oscar eats his cake with a spoon...who knew!
If I was more of a writer I'd compose a nice long clever newsletter to Oscar for his one year birthday. But I'm not so... I'll just fess up about how I totally punked out on all my ambitious birthday celebration plans. How I ordered a cake at the bakery (after trying and failing to make the pretty martha stewart one). And how I didn't invite everyone over to my house (because then I'd have to clean) and instead had a small get together at my parents' house. And how I bought a party platter at Quiznos, paper plates at Kmart and shabbily hung a few streamers. I guess that's the kind of Mom I'm shaking out to be. It's just too hard so close to Christmas. I'm already terrified of all the invite-the-whole-class birthday spectaculars I'm going to be throwing smack dab in the middle of holiday craziness for the next dozen years (13 he's a man right?). I think maybe he needs a new birthday. A nice Spring birthday! He'll be none the wiser...
Here's my sweet pea petunia face pumpkin butt one year ago today. This reminiscing and the visit to the pediatrician today - where they not only gave him shots but took blood! - have left me weepy. Time to retire to my soft socks and paper Christmas decorating.
