Tater Had a Birthday

About a million years ago, right before Christmas, my little guy turned one and we threw him a birthday party. Since we are a home of many, many holiday birthdays, I was told to make it as special and birthday-ish as possible. So we covered the Christmas tree in blue balloons, decorated the entire place with aqua paper lanterns and ate lots and lots of cupcakes. While Tate was particularly impressed with the lit paper lanterns, I sort of think he was more interested in the cake.

That boy ate so much cake, I thought he was going to vomit all over his presents. The boy can hold some cake though, and all we had to deal with was a blow out diaper the next morning. Well, Trent had to deal with it, I was at work. (Ha.)

The party was quite well attended by our friends and family, and a full kitchen of people sang to Mr. Tate and watched him open his gifts. He was as spoiled as ever. We even set up a livestream so our many family members and friends throughout the world could watch the party from their homes. Or my sister’s kids could watch the party (which was going on upstairs in person) from my computer. Nerds.

All in all, it was a good day. I think what I’m learning as I progress as a parent is everything doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be special. Lucy’s first birthday was beautiful, but it was stressful and taxing and I ended up drunk for most of it since I didn’t have time to eat! This time around I really took the time to enjoy Tate and our families that joined us to celebrate our little dude. And let’s face it, I still got a little tipsy. Moms rule.