This past weekend was my sons 1 year birthday. I can’t believe it’s been a year already and I can’t believe I’m getting ready to have another baby in a few weeks. OYE!!!
The day went great and I was really proud of myself. The food was delicious, the décor was perfect, and the family and friends were the icing on the cake. It was a Halloween party and all the kids looked adorable in their costumes. One minor problem was the gigantic moonwalk. Way too big for party and probably not the best thing for a bunch of 1 year olds.
Planning a kid’s birthday party is so different then the other parties I’ve done in the past. Usually the bulk of your money is alcohol and maybe some food, but this time it was food and pumpkin décor. Normally my biggest concern would be if we have enough scotch or vodka. This time it was do we have enough doritos, cake, and gift bags.
If you know anything about me so far having alcohol is a MUST at a party. I don’t care if it’s your child’s birthday or your dogs. A party must have booze. No booze means not a party. And I’m not talking about beer and wine. I’m talking beer ,wine, and liquor. This was my kind of party. Kids eating cake and adults drinking cocktails. I even had a bartender which is not always necessary, but to me makes everything a little better and much more fun.
As the day went I had so many emotions. First, I was on my feet for so long and I was getting tired. Next was seeing my little baby boy in his adorable costume. I love my beautiful son more than anything in the world. He makes me smile and through everything he also makes me realize that life is so wonderful and special. The last emotion was thinking about my dad. A year ago that day he ran into the delivery room to meet his newest buddy. I would have done anything to have him there. He loved his family more than anything and especially his grandchildren. But I do know he was watching down on the party proud of all of us and my nicely stocked bar and bartender. Having him there would have made the day perfect, but the happiness and celebrating definitely made me feel his presence.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Final Flight
I love Chicago!!! Visiting my friends there puts the biggest smile on my face. Ask my husband any chance I get to I’m there, but this goes for really any trip with the girls!
Since I am at the end of my pregnancy I went on my final flight to Chicago.. It was great, but traveling anywhere when pregnant sucks!!! I made the best of it and ate all the bread, cheese, potatoes, and desert I wanted.
This trip was not like most in the past. I went with my mom, her friend, and my son. One of my friends there was pregnant, one just had a baby, and the other is engaged. Usually we don’t come in until 6am. We sleep all day and get ready for round 2. This time I realized what a beautiful city Chicago is. We actually shopped and saw the city in the daytime.
I will say it wasn’t as fun being pregnant in one of my favorite cities where I love to party more than anything. Bringing my son wasn’t my first choice, but I really didn’t mind. I did get a sitter for both nights so I could relax with the girls and my mom could go bar hop with her friend. Yes, my mom had a much wilder time than me.
The trip was short, but great. I got see my girlfriends and it was the perfect trip for my last flight.
I will promise you this. I may be about to have my second child, but I will not give up my girls trips and that is some heavy duty advice I can give to all the young moms! And if you are with your child on a trip splurge and get a sitter!!! You must always continue to have fun!!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Since I am at the end of my pregnancy I went on my final flight to Chicago.. It was great, but traveling anywhere when pregnant sucks!!! I made the best of it and ate all the bread, cheese, potatoes, and desert I wanted.
This trip was not like most in the past. I went with my mom, her friend, and my son. One of my friends there was pregnant, one just had a baby, and the other is engaged. Usually we don’t come in until 6am. We sleep all day and get ready for round 2. This time I realized what a beautiful city Chicago is. We actually shopped and saw the city in the daytime.
I will say it wasn’t as fun being pregnant in one of my favorite cities where I love to party more than anything. Bringing my son wasn’t my first choice, but I really didn’t mind. I did get a sitter for both nights so I could relax with the girls and my mom could go bar hop with her friend. Yes, my mom had a much wilder time than me.
The trip was short, but great. I got see my girlfriends and it was the perfect trip for my last flight.
I will promise you this. I may be about to have my second child, but I will not give up my girls trips and that is some heavy duty advice I can give to all the young moms! And if you are with your child on a trip splurge and get a sitter!!! You must always continue to have fun!!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Completely Unfair
For those of you who don’t remember I love Widespread Panic and would do anything to see them play. So I had this incredible plan to get back and see them. I convinced my husband to incorporate business with pleasure. I convinced him to go out of town, see widespread and entertain his important clients at the same time. I was so excited he agreed to do it.
So there I was on the road. I had been looking so forward to this night. No kid, a hotel, and Widespread Panic. All I needed was a few cocktails and everything would be perfect. So I thought…
After a day of relaxing in the hotel while hubby worked we were suppose to be picked up at 6:00 for some dinner before the show. But of course our times were off and the important clients were running late. I was fuming, but had to keep my mouth shut.
I was irritated at their tardiness, but when I met them I could care less. They were so cool and nice and I knew they were the perfect people to spend the evening with.
The food was great, but the service truly sucked. Our server must have been stoned out of her mind cause she was the slowest person I’ve ever met. I sipped on my coke, which I had been saving up for. You can only have one cup of caffeine a day when pregnant. And everyone else was getting wasted off sangria and half price tequila shots. I was so jealous and started to get irritated. Especially since everyone was partying their brains out and I was only enjoying my caffeine buzz that would be over real soon.
We got the venue and the unthinkable happened. WE JUST MISSED WIDESPREAD. I was shocked!!! The girl who is never late misses her favorite band play. Not to mention this night was my idea. I was pregnant and sober out of my mind. I couldn’t stop laughing because I was stunned and my husband couldn’t stop apologizing. I wanted to freak out so badly, but I didn’t. I let it pass. We were with business people and I couldn’t let them see that side of me.
We watched the Allman Brothers which was great, but not what I was looking forward to. Husband and friends continued to booze it up and dance.
After the show they dropped me off and the last thing hubby said was “love you, I will be home in an hour.” Well about 4 hours later I wake up to his pitter patter and find out its 2:30. Then I wake up at 7:00 to him vomiting in the bathroom. Sounded like he really tied one on.
To make a long story short. I had to drive us back to Atlanta that afternoon in the pouring down rain. Husband was too hung over and couldn’t keep his eyes open. As I drove I could not stop laughing. I missed Widespread, couldn’t even drink, couldn’t continue out to the bars, and I end up driving my hung over husband back home in shitty weather. What a night! MOST wives would kill there husband, but I have another idea.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Hubby if you are reading this. How does NYE Panic sound??? Babysitter (all night), cab downtown, and booze. I think you owe me BIGTIME!!!
So there I was on the road. I had been looking so forward to this night. No kid, a hotel, and Widespread Panic. All I needed was a few cocktails and everything would be perfect. So I thought…
After a day of relaxing in the hotel while hubby worked we were suppose to be picked up at 6:00 for some dinner before the show. But of course our times were off and the important clients were running late. I was fuming, but had to keep my mouth shut.
I was irritated at their tardiness, but when I met them I could care less. They were so cool and nice and I knew they were the perfect people to spend the evening with.
The food was great, but the service truly sucked. Our server must have been stoned out of her mind cause she was the slowest person I’ve ever met. I sipped on my coke, which I had been saving up for. You can only have one cup of caffeine a day when pregnant. And everyone else was getting wasted off sangria and half price tequila shots. I was so jealous and started to get irritated. Especially since everyone was partying their brains out and I was only enjoying my caffeine buzz that would be over real soon.
We got the venue and the unthinkable happened. WE JUST MISSED WIDESPREAD. I was shocked!!! The girl who is never late misses her favorite band play. Not to mention this night was my idea. I was pregnant and sober out of my mind. I couldn’t stop laughing because I was stunned and my husband couldn’t stop apologizing. I wanted to freak out so badly, but I didn’t. I let it pass. We were with business people and I couldn’t let them see that side of me.
We watched the Allman Brothers which was great, but not what I was looking forward to. Husband and friends continued to booze it up and dance.
After the show they dropped me off and the last thing hubby said was “love you, I will be home in an hour.” Well about 4 hours later I wake up to his pitter patter and find out its 2:30. Then I wake up at 7:00 to him vomiting in the bathroom. Sounded like he really tied one on.
To make a long story short. I had to drive us back to Atlanta that afternoon in the pouring down rain. Husband was too hung over and couldn’t keep his eyes open. As I drove I could not stop laughing. I missed Widespread, couldn’t even drink, couldn’t continue out to the bars, and I end up driving my hung over husband back home in shitty weather. What a night! MOST wives would kill there husband, but I have another idea.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Hubby if you are reading this. How does NYE Panic sound??? Babysitter (all night), cab downtown, and booze. I think you owe me BIGTIME!!!
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