How (not) to behave when out with friends

Gavin and I had a full social calendar this week, but it didn’t turn out well for either one of us.  Let’s review:

1.  Gavin

The scene:  3-year-old birthday party.

The main character: my generally junk food deprived 3-year-old child hopped up on juice, birthday cake and Laffy Taffy (thanks for heads up that those were in the gift bag, host mom!).

Drug of choice

The problem:  party begins at 5pm, non-napping child bedtime is 7:30pm.

The result:  crash by 8pm.  Body, unable to adjust to the blood sugar drop, wakes up at 4:45am.

Most embarrassing moment: singing “This is crazy, but here’s my number (holds up two fingers), so call me poopy.” (get it?  #2?)

Photo that says it all:

I’m pretty sure this is exactly what he was seeing

2.  Me

The scene:  a spontaneous reunion dinner of sorts with two college roommates who live far away (Los Angeles and New Jersey – both beyond my daily travel capabilities).

The main character: my generally alcohol deprived self with a new found adoration for Prosecco.

Drug of choice

The problem:  dinner begins at 7pm, non-napping mom bedtime is 9:30.

The result:  crash by 10pm.  Body, unable to adjust to the blood sugar drop, wakes up at 5:15am.

Most embarrassing moment:  drunk tweeting Outlaw Mama demanding to know her astrological sign.

Photo that says it all:

Someone help us.

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Watching them grow (happy birthday)

Aside from the day my children were born, yesterday was the most amazing day of my life.  Gavin’s first real birthday party.

I want to tell you all how wonderful it was, I want to transport you to the festivities, I want to share the experience with you all.  But I can’t.  I have no words.

How do you describe the feeling you get when you see your baby turn 3?  When you see him with 20 of his classmates and friends dancing and laughing, sharing and playing?

His legs are a dancing blur!

When you see him get kissed for the very first time, by a little girl, the one in his class that he has been saying for weeks is ‘so pretty’, and he looks directly at you mommy, with stars in his eyes?  In that instant you see him at 15 with his first of many broken hearts.  I make note to remind him of the bruises on his legs at 3, they hurt when you get them but fade with time.  Don’t stop playing.  Never stop loving.  Keep that open heart baby boy.

How do you describe the humbling feeling you get when his eyes sparkle and you ask if he is having fun and he says, ‘yes, mommy!  this is awesome!’ in that breathless way that you praise him and are excited by every new discovery and every new experience you have together?

How do you describe the feeling of pride you get when you really see your child for the first time?  When you know he belongs to others in this world besides just you.  When your heart hurts with pride more than nostalgia until the musician plays the Beatles song you sang to him every single day he had colic and then the pride and nostalgia are equal and produce tears in your eyes.

How do you describe the feeling of bittersweet love when all you want to do is kiss him and hold him and tell him you are amazed by him and the boy he is becoming but you don’t and you can’t because you need to let him play, let him dance, let him practice being that phenomenal boy that he is?

Star of the party -- and my heart

There is only one word to describe all these feelings:  motherhood.

 

Hey, what about me?!?!

Oh yes!  I forgot, it was Chloe’s party too.

Don’t worry, she had fun.  She always does.

All for me!!!!

Are they sick? Are they French? Or are they just sick of the French?

Yesterday, Ian and I watched not one but two movies without interruption while the kids played by themselves for hours and slept through the night.

They played for hours without a peep...or medication, I swear!!

I thought they were sick but maybe they are just French.

In any event, these bebes have birthdays later this month so I am throwing them a joint birthday party.

What’s that? How efficient you say? (shyly) I know.

You want me to share my event planning skills? I’m blushing.

Here ya go —

Five easy steps to throwing an awesome birthday party for your kids:

1. Give birth to each in the same month, preferably only a few days apart. {February 20-something, 2009 and 2011 — check!}

2. Have your husband work in a great open loft space perfect for throwing parties. {Check! And it’s close to home – Bonus points!}

3. Design and order joint party invitations. {Check!}

4. Buy adorable outfits for both children to wear on this special day. {Check!}

5. Show up on the day of the party — looking fantastic — without having hired the entertainment promised by said invitations, prepared food and cupcakes also promised by said invitations, obtained balloons, decorations, drinks, paper products or compiled favor bags. Enjoy!

That’s it! Right? Why do you have that look on your face?

Is she kidding??

You mean I actually have to DO something to make this party come together (other than Shutterfly and shopping?). Je ne comprends pas.