celebrating jillian's 1st birthday

Since my family was in town, we decided to celebrate Jillian's first birthday when they would all be here! 

(I just noticed the phrase on the invitation "and see the big mess i make" would take on an entirely new meaning...keep reading)

A lot of thought and pinteresting went into the planning of this party. Everything turned out exactly the way I had planned. 

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(Shout out to my adorable friend Danielle for making the cute dessert labels!!!)
Except...except that Jillian woke up sick on Saturday morning. She most definitely caught a bug from Uncle Spud who spent Friday night at the cabin throwing up into the sink. She barfed once that morning and once right before the party started, but since everything was already into the works of happening, we decided to party on. 

This is where Murphy's law meets Newton's law. Murphy's law: what can go wrong, will go wrong. 

Jillian was holding it together quite well up to party time, but to play it safe, we decided to sing to her first and get that out of the way. I forewarned the crowd of her fear of loud noises, and despite their hushed singing, she still wasn't putting the "happy" in "happy birthday":

 (James was holding her because she didn't even want to be put in her high chair). 

Enter in Newton's law: Every object continues in its state of rest, or of uniform motion in a straight line, unless compelled to change that state by external forces acted upon it.

In this case, the "external force" would be that little taste of frosting that James put into Jillian's mouth, thus disrupting her state of "rest". About two seconds after the video stopped recording, Jillian spewed a most awful spew all over James, her birthday outfit, and the floor. Naturally, when all eyes were on her. So the whole "watch the baby make a mess of the cake and be cute" thing didn't happen, at all. She had no interest in any of it.  But, like I've said before, if there is anything that I've learned in one year of having a child, it is this: expect the unexpected.  

Oh, and I've also learned I probably shouldn't put SO much time/effort/money into planning a child's party, because she'll probably just throw up during her shining moment and spend the rest of the party asleep upstairs in her bed. :-)

At first I found myself disappointed in how things went, but I quickly realized 1) there was no room to be disappointed when I had a sick baby to take care of, 2) it'll make a pretty good story for later, and 3) in a disgusting/ironic kind of way, it was kind of funny.

It was still fun being with everyone there, though. We've decided we'll do another "cake smashing" party on her real birthday, the 21st, with probably just us. Then she probably won't cry, and maybe won't even barf! 

We DID manage to capture a few smiles though:

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  1. This made me laugh out loud. I've been looking forward to this post ever since Saturday. Jenn and I were both impressed with how calm, cool, and collected you were. Most people would not handle that as well as you did!

  2. Sorry she wasn't feeling well...but she looks the cutest ever! :)


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