My cousin and his wife are preparing to celebrate the first birthday of their baby twins. The invitation arrived last week and it was truly a work of art. It was hand-lettered. The message was delivered in rhyme. The return address label was personalized with a photo of the boys. My god it was adorable.
And also totally over the top.
Which reminded me of myself 8 years ago when I was planning my first born’s first birthday. Only I was baaaaad at it. I thought I was good! But I wasn’t. There was nothing “hand-lettered” and “adorable” about it.
For starters, the “theme” (oh my GOSH I had a THEME… what the HECK, me?) was “cowboy”. Why? Because William’s nursery was cowboy themed (yes, my NURSERY had a THEME and it was COWBOY. GAG. VOMIT). Why was William’s nursery cowboy themed? Was it because we are ranchers? Because we know ranchers? Or perhaps because we aspire to be ranchers? No. It was cowboy themed because I thought cowboy themed was cute and there was no one around to shake me and tell me I was being ridiculous. You guys? I hung (read: made my poor husband hang) an ACTUAL SADDLE on his wall. For decoration. In a baby’s room. Because nothing says “welcome to the world wee little baby” like A SADDLE.
Why did no one slap me in the mouth?
So the “theme” for the first birthday was “cowboy”. The invitations were bandana and denim. And of COURSE they rhymed! God bless my heart. And the cake? An actual THREE DIMENSIONAL BARN. With little cake animals hanging out of the little cake barn doors. Would you like to know how much I paid for that cake? FIFTY AMERICAN DOLLARS. No I will not shut up. I’m serious.
Oh and I had denim table cloths and bandana centerpieces and old boots stuffed with wheat stalks and HAY BALES on the front porch.
For a one year old.
But here’s the best part – the part that I cannot BELIEVE not one OPENLY laughed at – it’s the part where I convinced my husband to DRESS FOR THE THEME BY WEARING DENIM OVERALLS. Hand to God, y’all, this man wore Howdy-Doody style overalls IN LATE JUNE IN OKLAHOMA. Complete with BANDANDA AROUND HIS NECK and COWBOY HAT.
BAAAAAHAHAHAHA *GASP* HAAAAAABAWAHAHAHA
Someone needs to give him a medal. And a flask. God bless him.