I keep echoing Gretchen
Rubin's line “The days are long, but the years are short.” Felt
it especially when baby turned 1 last December. ONE YEAR! In
hindsight, the first three months felt like the longest and the
slowest and it just sped up from there.
We celebrated with a
party at the clubhouse. The theme was outer space care of the daddy.
Planning a party in December is harder than usual because the prices
jack up and the demand is higher than the supply. Of course, there is
the Christmas rush to contend with. Hence, Mommy OC started planning
– and booking suppliers – as early as August. My sister and I
bought the contents of the loot bags in Divisoria in October to evade
the crowds. But even with the early preps, there were still a few
snafus – my order with Nestle Ice Cream was doubled hence there was
a LOT of ice cream; the fishballs arrived late; the candy buffet did
not come with a choco fountain so were stuck with a ton of
marshmallows; the print on the loot bags had a typo (which I
discovered just recently haha). Di bale his next big party will be
when he turns 7 so I guess I can “rest” from party stress until
then.
