Well, obviously you have to have a party for a one year old.
And his parents.
His parents who have courageously made it through one amazing, tumultuous, exhilarating year of parenting. I mean, the kid is cute, but we are the real heroes, right?
We invited all of our favorite people over. The local ones, at least, and had a big, giant, low-key party.
No organized activities.
No purple dinosaurs.
I didn’t even decorate.
Just friends, kids, food and booze. And I bought the food. I didn’t make it. I wanted it to be as easy as possible. And it was great.
Oh, but there was cake. I made that. I Pinterested the shit out of that.