That’s what I think about when I sit down to think about Dash’s first birthday extravaganza. Red carpets, designer clothes, corporate sponsors, and of course, the swag….
Then I think, for someone who didn’t even realize Christmas was happening, is a birthday party even going to register? The answer is most likely no. Though he probably will wonder what all these people are doing in our house playing with his toys and distracting his parents from their true focus: indulging his every whim.
Ah, but it’s not about him, is it? Nah, it’s about me. It’s about us. It’s about planning a fun afternoon for friends and family and the anticipation of letting Dash have a tiny cupcake for the first time ever (question to experienced parents: just how bad are the sugar rushes?).
The planning has been fun so far. Treats and drinks for everyone, some simple decorations (which may not look so hot in our pinkish red dining room. mental note: time to paint that room.), and a quick gathering of extra chairs so people have a spot to plop on. On second thought, maybe just a few extra large pillows on the floor.
And speaking of planning, check out what’s happening in The Other Dash’s life. Such a cute idea (and an excellent way to stay away from annoying disney themed stuff) that I am totally going to steal next year. I’ll probably add cardboard box robot bodies for the adults to do a little Flight of the Conchords. Thanks Liz!
Anyway, I have a little under two weeks to make it happen. I’ll update you so you’ll feel like you’re actually planning the party with me. Won’t that be fun?
Tonya: Say, Internet… could you help me clear off this counter? I’d like to put all the drinks there for the party.
Tonya: Hmm… ok. I just thought we were doing this together. Clean the bathroom?
Internet: (twiddles thumbs)
Tonya: Help eat cupcakes?
Internet: I thought you’d never ask.
I figured as much. But before we get to all of that, here’s a quick rundown of our weekend. We put up baby gates (take that you wandering baby, you!), we sold the crib (hello tiny bed for a tiny baby!), and we were blessed by an owl. I couldn’t get too close and my zoom only goes so far, but here’s our little outdoor friend:
And Dash spent some time in a toy store on Sunday looking for a new toy to replace a Christmas gift that we decided was a little too potentially lead-phalate-poisoning-friendly. I cannot stress enough how much he enjoyed it. Naturally, I did not bring the camera in, because well, then I would have had pictures of the event. Silly me.
It took a few turns of us showing him how it worked before he tried it, and then he didn’t want to drop the ball in, he just wanted to bang it against the top. Then when he did let go, he wanted the ball back and kept reaching back in to find it. “Dash sweety, see it rolling down?” No. That ball was NOT the ball he just let go of, that was some other ball. Another turn and he figured it right out and is full-on loving this toy. And by full-on, I mean he has several times now tried to get on top of it, causing it to crash to the ground. Thanks Meme and Grandpa Bum. He really does love it. So much so that he passed out on the couch after much ball tower fun.
UPDATE apparently it’s called a Rollipop, though I prefer Ball Tower, Tower of Balls. Also, it seems we got quite a deal on it. My goodness, it’s a fun toy but I’m not sure it’s worth quite this much.Tweet