This past weekend, we celebrated Riley's turning one by throwing a Puppy Pawty! I'm sure anyone who knows me is entirely sick of hearing me say the word "pawty" as if it's clever or new. They're probably also sick of me talking about Riley's birthday because I seriously HAVE NOT STOPPED. But I promise, after this, I'm done. Maybe.
Before the PAWTY (sorry, had to) I finally used the camera that I begged Greg for and insisted I needed...over a year ago. I have used it twice and since then it has been collecting dust. I have never claimed to be a rational person. Anyway, with some help from Amazon (backdrop and decorations), and some light editing, the pictures came out alright!
And now for the party details - because I know you're all on the edge of your seats. I have to send a special shoutout to both Pinterest and to Jen for letting me steal some ideas!
Those balloons were another ordeal in themselves. It was my brilliant idea to buy FIVE enormous balloons AND to add three more smaller balloons to the order once I picked them up. I really didn't factor in having to transport these balloons myself, of course. Let's just say I was a sight to see, struggling to walk to my car without getting lifted away by the hot air balloon I was suddenly holding.
And then, THEN, came the challenge of having to get the damn balloons in my car. Trying to shove them into the trunk without popping any was like playing Russian Roulette. I was pretty sure one of the vital letters that made up the word "RUFF" would be ruined and then I'd be stuck with balloons that said "RFF" or "UFF" and oh my god can you imagine how mortifying that would be?! Image completely destroyed, I tell ya. Good news is - we survived - the entire helium-filled lot AND myself.
One of the best parts - I was able to use the backdrop from Riley's pictures and create a DIY photo-booth for the party! You can imagine that as the night went on, and more drinks were consumed, the pictures got more and more interesting.
What nobody tells you about life after children is that throwing an event becomes immensely more strategic and stressful. It was definitely a challenge trying to simultaneously keep an eye on Riley and drink enough wine - I mean socialize with the guests. Yes, that is what I meant. By the end of the night, I was more ready for bed than Riley was.
The next morning, Riley enjoyed playing with the leftover decorations. So did Dutch. My mother and I enjoyed cleaning up forty-people's worth of partying, which surprisingly wasn't so bad.
I would also like to point out that my family members are assholes. I asked people not to bring presents mostly because I'm a mean mom but also because 1) we are moving back to Kansas soon and 2) this kid already has more toys than I know what to do with. So my cousin's response was to bring her a 40 pounds stuffed dog. Thanks, dickhead! Love you!