This Christmas has taught me a valuable parenting lesson: pay someone else to assemble the toys. And save the wine for after you finish. It's
hard to put together a Lego Millennium Falcon when you've had a bit too much to drink. Please keep in mind that my child isn't even a year old , he isn't going to remember any of this, and cared far more about the boxes that contained the presents he unwrapped than the ones we put together for some inane reason.
Parenting makes you crazy. That's the moral of this story.
[Filtered to friends/family/other parents of small children that would know Noah*]Noah's first birthday party will be Jan 2 at 2 p.m. at our apartment. Believe me when I tell you that he's gotten plenty of toys for Christmas, so you aren't obligated to bring him more. Books would be a great gift, if you just really want to buy him something. Those big ones that are meant for little hands, or the short story type. He loves for Castle and I to read to him. But you are welcome to just show up, eat some cake, and marvel at the fact this kid has somehow managed to grow so much in such a short time. I'm not sure how it happened, but it seems that it has.
[* if you want to be on the filter, you are on the filter.]