Archer turned four on Saturday and to celebrate we had ourselves a party.
I'm
not a party planner by any means. I love going to weddings but you
couldn't pay me to have had my own. Getting married in Vegas in jeans
was quite positively the only way I would ever get married. And not
just because it cost a grand total of $199.99. (I'll totally drink your
free booze and get all drunk and stupid at your wedding but there's NO
WAY IN HELL my parents are going to pay I'm paying tens of thousand of dollars to get my friends all stupid and drunk at mine, can I get an amen?)
I
kind of feel the same way about parties. The last birthday party I had
was my 21st and I threw up all over myself the entire time so there you
go. Hosting parties makes me sick to my estomago.
In
all seriousness, though, I'm not a planner. While all the other mothers
were planning their kids' 1st, 2nd and 3rd Birthday parties I was
hosting casual family gatherings at my parent's house for Archer.
Because, frankly, he didn't care where we were, who was there or what
was going on, as long as there was cake.
Archer's 4th Birthday Cake c/o Naya's Garden
This
year would be the exception. A fourth birthday seemed especially worthy
of a celebration. Not that a third, second and first aren't worthy ...
It's just that Archer was finally old enough this year to WANT a
birthday party. And I was old enough to realize that I wouldn't
necessarily have to do all this crazy planning to give him one.
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