It’s been one year since we said “nice to meet ya” to this little person. One year ago, she wasn’t here and then she was.
It’s weird, right? There used to be a time when Franny just…wasn’t. I know that’s how this whole “life” thing works but looking back from where we sit now, I almost don’t believe it. No Franny? No slobbery pink onesies in the hamper? No noisy slap-slap-swish of her hilariously unique crawl coming down the hall? No little palms reaching up to be held? No shouts of “No no, Fanny Woo! NOT SAFE!” bursting from her cautious brother’s lips in a desperate attempt to stop her from shimmying up his wheelchair like a spider monkey ? The very idea is preposterous.
I prefer to imagine her hovering, just outside of view, for all those years before we met her. Like a tiny leading lady waiting in the wings, ready to make her perfectly timed entrance. And when she walked on stage, our story got a lot more interesting.
So here we are, one year later and ready to celebrate.
I obsessed over this girl’s party for weeks and planned each intricate detail down to the last glittery ribbon. Everything HAD to be perfect…
Haha. That’s a joke, you guys. C’mon. You know she’s my second baby, right? Did you really think I learned nothing from the first go-around?
You old-timers may recall my Pinterest-generated slump into a bottomless cavern of birthday-party depression three years ago. All I can say is, NEVER AGAIN. To maintain my sanity, I used five simple rules for second-baby first-birthday success:
- Don’t look at Pinterest.
- Order any necessary items through Amazon Prime (because Lord knows you do your best shopping while glued to an episode of Downton Abbey in your stain-speckled PJ sweats).
- Reuse everything from your first kid’s birthday party– even if it looks like it’s definitely for a boy (because babies don’t care).
- Only do what YOU feel like doing (because babies don’t care).
- Don’t. Look. At. Pinterest.
One-year-olds are lovely people but parties aren’t exactly their scene. Franny was a real sport about the festivities but she’d have been just as happy (happier?) if her “party” had consisted of me leaving her alone in the bathroom for a few hours with a box of toilet paper and a fist full of carpet lint for snacking. The thing about first birthdays is that they’re 25% about your kid and 75% about you being like, “I DID IT!! I kept a human person alive for 365 days and sometimes I even dressed her cute. I am an inspiration.”
And you are. You are an inspiration and you baby is hecka cute. <– That’s what I said to myself in the mirror to pump myself up for this party.
Happy birthday, Franny Lou. You’re the best leading lady a family could ask for.
The details (if you’re into that sort of thing…)
From Amazon: Felt Party Hat // “Happy Birthday” banner // Pink and white pom poms // Floral Straws
Invitations by Delivered by Danielle
Pink Coconut Cake by yours truly (recipe HERE)
Finally, a little birthday video with clips my mother took with her phone (thanks mom!!). Notice Simeon’s hilariously intense pride over blowing out Franny’s candle (which *ahem* was actually all me). If you don’t speak three-year-old, he’s saying “GRANNY!! I DID IT!!” Watch till the end to see a snippet of Franny’s weird crawling technique…
(You can see Simeon’s less-than-enthused reaction to his first Happy Birthday song HERE.)