Sammy had his birthday party, yesterday. It was great: kids running around like they were on a day pass from the asylum, adults comparing notes on said crazy kids, men huddled in corners talking about guns, contractors and new offices and me just trying to keep up.
I like get together, especially with family and friends. However, I always feel as if someone is being left out. My dad had come early and it was great to get to talk to him without the chaos of other people chattering in the background. However, once that doorbell rang and everyone started to arrive all bets were off. Who was I going to talk to? Did I talk to them over there? Wait what did I forget to put out? This isn’t going to be enough food. Oh shit, I have disappointed again. I think we need to start serving alcohol, because sometimes people just need to forget.
Children are easy to please. They ate chips, even the tiny broken ones at the bottom of the bag. They loved the pizza rolls so much that they actually took time from their busy schedules of tearing apart Amber’s room to sit down and eat them. They suck all my juice boxes dry. And when the knife hit the cake, there they were ready for the first piece. Although, it is hard to satisfy all the wants of the corner piece or the piece with the most icing. After all that they scattered to the living room and bedroom to play with all the new to them toys.
Sam, on the other hand, didn’t know what to make of all this. Here it was a normal Sunday, or so he thought, and then all of a sudden there were people grabbing at him and wanting to know how it felt to be a year old. ” Hmmmm….seems the same as when I was 11 months 3 weeks and 6 days old, but what do I know I cant talk, yet.”
Sam is not my social child. That area is best served by Amber. She will sing, dance and tell you stories. Sam is happy to be left alone, as long as one or both of his parents are within his eyeline. He didn’t know what to do with himself at his own party. Many times he was left in the middle of the crowd crying and wondering why mom had just plopped him down and left. He was really perplexed when we set a whole cake in front of him. “Was it safe to eat it? Is this a test? Is something going to jump out at me? Maybe mom put some in here to make me sleep.”
Now, it is time to get ready for Amber’s party. I am thinking of placing a cake in the middle of the playroom, that is not even started yet, and locking the door. As kids arrive we shove them in and the adults can have awkward conversation in the other room. After 2 hours, the parents can retrieve their children and take them home. Don’t forget the annoying and useless toy filled favor bag on the way out. And if you wanted a pony ride then you should have went to little Susie’s party instead.