I am writing with a party hangover. This is not an actual alcohol induced state. It is what happens to any parent who might need to decompress after an event as over-stimulating and exhausting as a first birthday party. Keep in mind that this was a small family party, with only Peter's grandparents, godparents, aunts, uncles and cousins invited. Snacks. Cake and coffee. A few odd beverages. And even still, I am tired!
Nobody tells you at the Hallmark store that your one year-old might not be totally wowed by all aspects of his birthday. Otherwise, Hallmark stores would not be in business. But by the third go-around, I consider myself shrewd enough to have figured this out. So at several points today when Peter totally freaked out, burst into tears and persisted in crying until I held him, yes, I will admit that I kind of liked it. People tell me to enjoy them at this age. I believe you, people. I know, because I work with teenagers. I also know that the more I anticipate for certain events, the more likely I am to be disappointed, so I tried as best I could to enjoy Peter as he was, not as I hoped he would be or act.
His brothers, who happily volunteered to blow out his candles, open his gifts and have his second (and third) helpings of cake, are now sleeping soundly, which I am on my way to do.
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