Poor Pumpkin. Her brother had a big Hallowwen themed blow-out for his first birthday - but her first birthday is Saturday and we are essentially doing nothing. Well, not entirely nothing: we've invited her grandparents and her godparents and her aunt, uncles and cousins to come over on Saturday mornning for lunch and cake. That's it. No invitations, no balloons. I just can't manage to get my $h!t together for anything more elaborate.
In my defense, Mr. J threw me off because he wanted to have her birthday party at a park, like at the Big Rock picnic shelter. But (1) she will hardly be running in the creek or on the playground herself, nor would any children her age, so this seemed a little inhospitable to me, and (2) weather is always a concern especially at this time of year. I told him if he wanted to arrange it himself, that was fine but I did not have time to be calling Metro Parks to reserve a picnic shelter. To my complete surprise (not at all), he never did anything.
So our baby girl's first birthday is tomorrow and we are, essentially, punting.
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