Through the fog of sleep, I heard it: A tap-tap-tapping, just on the edge of consciousness. I opened my eyes to a pre-dawn, dark bedroom.
Tap-tap-tap, it went again. What the heck…?
And then, realization.
Fuck. It’s raining.
I turned to Charles, still blissfully ignorant.
Charlie’s birthday party later this morning? It’s at a park.
Fast forward several hours, a frantic phone call to Grandma B, several Tweet, email and text blasts to friends, and the party was saved. We hosted it at Grandma B’s, who runs a Montessori preschool from her home. Translation = Built-in activities for house-bound toddlers.
On a side note, we knew that rain was a possibility, but the interwebs gave only a 20% chance. The day before had been classic San Diego sunshine. And of course the sun broke free as soon as the party started.
But it didn’t matter. We all had a blast (after a few road bumps).
Charlie got assaulted by a girl:
If you remember, Charlie was born on Savannah’s birthday. In fact, Ashleigh had to leave my labor to go to her daughter’s first birthday party. Luckily (?), I was in labor 23 hours (hence the title of this blog), so she had enough time to get back and hold my leg for three hours of pushing. Thanks, Ash!
Anyway, back to the party….
Then, it was time for CAKE. If you’ve met me, you know that cake is very important in my world. I judge the success of social occasions (birthdays, weddings, baby showers) by the quality of the cake served. So Charles and I went all out: gourmet vanilla raspberry with butter cream icing, made by the most awesome bakery by our house.
Except he didn’t. He was such a little gentleman, gingerly bringing tiny pieces of cake into his mouth.
He received a ton of awesome presents from our awesome family and friends. His favorites were a stuffed bear-puppet from Great Uncle Barry and Aunt Sandy, and a framed set of spoons (SPOOOOOONS!) from my brother and sister-in law.
And Charlie slept very soundly that night.
VIDEO BONUS: Grandma Z purchased a video camera before Charlie’s birthday and gave it a test run at the party. She focuses almost completely on Charlie, and it’s interesting to watch his reactions to the conversations and reactions of the crowd.