We have survived the first birthday party. I even think that it went well. I must admit that I was nervous leading up to the even. I love having family and friends over, and we are certainly blessed to have a lot of them. But I always feel a bit inept as a hostess. There is so much to do between keeping everybody fed/hydrated, catching up with all the guests, giving tours of the house, singing happy birthday, serving cake and ice cream, opening presents... Thankfully Jeramy was there to pay attention to all the things I forgot like refilling the vegi and fruit trays and cleaning up the cake covered baby. Jillian, of course, made out like a bandit, and we discussed with friends the technique of hiding new toys and handing them out gradually.
I didn't get any pictures, but my friend Debi (best real estate agent ever) took tons of pictures for me without me even asking! And we did a 1 year photo shoot of Jillian at a nearby part on Saturday.
Yesterday night after the party, I asked Jeramy if my weekend could start now since we pretty much spent all of it preparing for the party. Then, as if to rub in the fatigue, Jillian woke every 30 minutes from 9:30pm - 12:30am. I think it was all the sugar and an upset belly. Jeramy handled all of those wake-ups since I had to work this morning, but I'm sure he is absolutely exhausted given that she decided to get up for good before 6am this morning. Poor guy.