In my spare moments I’ve been trying to getting little things ready for Clare’s birthday party.
Yes…she’s ten months old. There is absolutely no reason to do that.
When I was a kid I remember getting a cake and presents and being really excited about that. Now I’m doing all this preparation for a party she won’t remember.
Here’s the thing. It’s gonna be really cool. So that justifies it right?
Clare likes trash. I’m serious. So I’m making all her decorations out of trash.
Here are the first ones:
What…? That’s cool right?
I’m gonna let her rip them apart on her birthday. Now there’s a birthday for the history books – mounds of crumpled paper.