a party's not a party until you get out the straws

I'm sure you've all been sitting on the edge of your seats waiting to hear how the shower/social went.

No one died, no one got food poisoning from my cake, and no one seemed to notice I hadn't dusted the vent in the wall since we moved in in a while so overall I'd say it was a success.  One little boy did try to jump off the landing into the living room below but thankfully his mother stopped him just in time. I would have hated for the party to turn into a prayer meeting as the boy was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. For your viewing pleasure I have provided a visual. He tried to launch himself off above the 'Lord Bless this Home' sign.

You'd think I could have cropped out the little giraffe head sticking up at the bottom of the picture.

Don't think the day didn't go off without a hitch. I had a carefully planned schedule for the week so we wouldn't end up doing everything on Saturday, but I spent the day running around like a lunatic. Sesame woke up at 6:40 and decided it would be a great day to boycott her nap. She spent her time eating crumbs out of the dirt pile as I was sweeping. Don't even get me started on the cake. I bought what I thought was a cake mix only to discover it was a brownie mix two minutes before I put it in the oven. I bought a new mix, baked it and before I even started to decorate it I almost had a meltdown because the tiny pink cake hearts I carefully placed inside weren't right. I may or may not have wanted to throw the whole thing away and buy a cake. Being a perfectionist is very hard. Hard for me and hard for the people I live with. Christopher was trying to be helpful so he said, "It doesn't matter how it looks as long as it tastes good." IF LOOKS COULD KILL we'd be at his funeral right now. Luckily for him I was satisfied with the end result and didn't spend my weekend picking out a casket.

The Abigail sign took me three episodes of Gilmore Girls to sew.

Walmart had a grand total of one adoption card and I didn't like it so I reworded a regular baby card. I'm sure Hallmark will be hiring me to write their cards any day now.

This is where the normal progression of things would bring us to a photo of people enjoying themselves around the table. Or in this case, eating on the floor like people at a Korean restaurant because we didn't have enough seats. I was so mortified. Instead, please take a moment of silence to gaze upon my fancy straws.

I almost stood at the door and handed them out as souvenirs. Maybe handing out chairs would have been a better idea.