Which got me all misty eyed recalling my son's first birthday, and how we celebrated by chucking him fully dressed into the shower and shoving his screaming face under the nozzle till he nearly drowned, while scrubbing his eyeballs out with SOS pads...which is something I'd highly recommend, because everyone knows that nothing says happy happy joy joy like soap and Brillo in the eyeballs...as surely that was the best way two idiot first time parents knew to rid the kid of the cup of kerosene he'd just dumped over his head.
All of the party pictures are of him clawing at his eyeballs and shrinking and repelling from his parent's touch. Weird. But I sure wish we could have afforded the professional photographer to capture the...essence...of our (incompetent) little family. Oh well. It's all safe and sound in my mind's eye~and we ALL know how spot-on Princess Lisa's recollection can be.
Anyway, fast forward 18 years, and here I am preparing for an EXCITING MATERNITY SHIRT BIRTHDAY PARTY!
What's that? Some new fangled fiesta franchise?
Well, actually, it's daughter's birthday party I committed to host based upon a really, really cute 4th of July bucket I saw at Target. Which is right along the same lines as finding a darling maternity shirt, then getting pregnant just so you can wear it. Tremendous amount of foresight in both of those scenarios...fortunately, my party will never demand that I "Come and inspect the bum!" before climbing down from the toilet, or want to live in my basement until it can afford a place of it's own.
I wish I could say I've learned my lesson, but if you see me in a cute new maternity shirt...well, don't ask.