Did i agree to a party?
I must have been under the influence. The influence of that beautiful, stinky, baby smell that intoxicated me and made me agree to have a birthday party. And a themed one at that.
And going through the baby pics for the past year? Crazy. How can someone take that many photos?
What to serve? What to put in the loot bag? What kind of cake? Urgh.
(You know I am actually secretly loving the planning and stuff aren't you? I hope you are)
Adam has now come to associate me wearing the hijab as me going out. So whenever he sees me, he will crawl (read:run) to me and cling. even when i'm not going out. And he is super playful (read: i'm now a certified jungle gym)
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