Well it's that time...approaching swiftly and with a brute punishing force...my little Leidy is turning 1. I can't even figure out where 12 months of crying, laughing, whimpering, and sucking toes has gone. I've been trying to force myself to plan her birthday party for about 2 months and I've procrastinated until I can no longer come up with clever procrastinating ideas. I had planned on having a theme and that quickly flew out the window. She's going to be 1, not 6. Other than pictures (which I do suppose tell all sooner or later) I don't see the point in having something that's themed when she can't remember it. For 1 year olds it's all about the CAKE! They've never had it; they need it! Although, she did have a slight sampling at her 1 year photo session. I'd say I know my daughter well enough to assume that she could devour an entire 9x13 cake in under an hour. She has never met a food she does not like. I'm not sure if that's necessarily a good thing, or if I'm setting her up for childhood obesity issues (that's a joke people..sheesh). Back to my original point, which I don't think was ever actually pointed out...I have set a date for her birthday party and it's Dec. 5th. Scary, overwhelming, riddled with anxiety. Will she have a meltdown, will my house be clean enough for a small herd of people, will people go through my medicine cabinet (should I just hide all my goods in my bedroom closet!? ha..), will people that haven't been to my house realized how uneven my floor is...ahh my crooked little circa 1920's cozy house. All those thoughts go through my head and then I realize, "I should've planned this months ago and at some Chuckie Cheese...". Gah, procrastinating isn't all what it's cracked up to be.
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