Zoey turns 1!

My daughter is turning one, and because of this I am planning her birthday party. I have always had birthday parties so to me this seems like the norm, you have a party, and celebrate with your friends and family. Show off your child, and have everyone ooh and ahh over the child that you pushed out a year ago.

That being said there had been a lot of conversations going on in my house with how much is too much as the main topic. My husband has never had parties, even a sleepover that he can remember. I have, always every year in some way celebrated my birthday. I’ve thrown myself parties when my parents thought I was too old to really continue doing so. I have bought myself presents, gotten my hair done. I mean this was the day that I was born, so it needs to be fabulous.

My son has had some great parties, but since his is in the summer it’s a little easier to make people entertained. My daughter was blessed like me to be born in the late fall. So hers has to be fabulous. That being said Ive been to many a wedding and or party, and the whole time I was at this sham  I thought, well how sad is it that my daughters party will be nicer than this. Let me just say a wedding is not a wedding without music and flowers. And a party isn’t one for me if there is no liquor flowing. What the hell am I buying a gift for if not at least an hour of free liquor?

When I talk about peoples parties and weddings I feel bad, because it’s not that I am just saying that my daughter’s party will probably be more impressive. I know it. My mother, the woman who has raised me to be the fabulous psychotic person that I am today is planning my daughter’s party with me. We are, the queens of parties. There will be a performer/ DJ. There will be brownie pop center pieces, pictures of my daughter wherever you turn. Catered food, two cakes, one for my daughter and one for everyone else. There will be games, and yes, flowers. I have hand made the grab bags, and my children’s shirts for the day.

I know this may sound, and looks as I read back obsessive. But my daughter who came 3 weeks earlier than expected, is one of the most important people I have in my life. Every time she smiles I see myself in her. When she scratches me in my chest so I won’t put her down I love her a little bit more. I love to see her clapping to music; hold her baby toys in her mouth while she scoots into her brothers room. I cry when she cries, (with the exception of bed time because that B hates to sleep). I don’t think that I have been more in love with another woman ever in my life.

So will there ever be an ending to the argument that my husband and I will probably have every year around this time? Probably not, next year I am thinking of a mommy and me nail party, haven’t quite run this by him, but you know, we will climb that hurtle when we reach it, or however the saying goes. Is having a genuine event for a child over kill? I don’t think there is anything too big when it’s proving your love to another. That said I probably would like a fossil bag and a surprise party for mine. I mean, go big or go home!