Okay. I know I know I have slacked. I have been bad at keeping up on my post and I told myself I wouldn’t do this. However, I’m back. I will be keeping a more orderly posting schedule. That being said, there has been plenty going on for me to post about, but I will try to just keep at it a minimum, because this is a blog, not a book. 
So, here I am. I know all three of you, possibley two that read my blogs, know I have a son, but for those of you that don’t, he will be 1 on Feb 4. Let me start this out by saying, I have no idea how the heck I am supposed to throw a birthday party for a one year old, but I am sure as heck trying. I mean what do you do? The kid can’t play twister, and I don’t really see him taking a whack at the pinata, but nonetheless in two short weeks I will be hosting a bevy of young little lads at my house and throwing a first birthday for my firstborn. This brings up many feelings for me. First one being that I can’t even believe that he is turning one. Let me explain, that as a mom, this feeling kind of sneaks up on you with little notice. Example:
me: (folding my son’s little oshkosh overalls) I can’t believe he is already one.
boyfriend: Yep. That is what happens. They get bigger
me: I know..(sob)….but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly
This is an example at how quickly these emotions can take over when doing a simple task such as laundry. Example #2:
me: Yes,I need to order a birthday cake, for ummm, a birthday, umm..he is one..and he is mine, and ummmm..yeah. I really have no idea what the heck I am doing because he is one and I have never done this before.
Lady at Albertson’s Bakery: (giggle)That’s okay. What kind of cake do you need?
me: I have no idea, but I think one of those kind that he can just mess up, because every party I have been to for a one year old they just put it in front of them and they wreck it.
Lady at Albertsons: Well we actually do a special cake for them for free when you order a half sheet. you can pick whatever flavor and we do the little one to match. And you can pick an image to put on it as well. Does he like Spogebob Squarepants?
Me: (sob) Yes it’s his favorite. That will be perfect.
So again. Here I am crying. I didn’t cry this much when I was pregnant. I didn’t cry this much when he was born. And the lady at Albertsons asks me if he likes Spongebob and all I can think about is my little ones jammies, little chubby toes, and cheerios hidden in my shirt while we sit in the early hours of the morning watching his favorite cartoon show.
They don’t lie when they say it goes fast.
