Monday, January 30, 2006

We're going to party like it's 1999.

In mommyland, one often reflects back on the day when going out was a regular event. Actually having a social life was part of of the fun of being without child. The funny thing is though, now that we have a monkey in tow, our social life is not as extinct as I pictured it would be. Granted, it's taken on a different flavor, but I'd still call it "social." (And not like the "Physics Club" yearly formal, for those of you who can recall Judd Nelson - Breakfast Club line)

The monkey's social calendar this weekend was admirably booked up as usual. Even in my youthful heyday (..about a hundred years ago), I don't think I went out this much. On Saturday, he celebrated with Grace, who just turned one. And on Sunday, it was time to party with Ava, also a mature little one year old. A very Happy Birthday to two gorgeous babies.

A few observations following a wild weekend of partying with the monkey:

One year olds have a lot of stamina, and they don't need caffeine or other stimulants to achieve it.

Little monkeys do not trouble themselves with unneccesary guilt should they choose to eat nothing but cake at a meal.

It's more fun to walk around and hit the dance floor than it is to sit at your assigned seat all afternoon.

Who needs to nap after a long day of excitement when there are toys to play with and goody bags to open?

It really doesn't matter what you wear, as long as you can spill stuff all over it.

Balloons rock.


Happy Birthday Grace!




Grace's mom, Kristen practices for her moonlighting gig as a storyteller.




It's always a good idea to take someone to a party who will point out when you have stuff in your teeth. Thanks for lookin' out, monkey.



We like cake.





Making balloon shapes is not as easy as it looks.












The 80's make for a good dance soundtrack.
















The monkey pauses between songs to kick back with a cold one.
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