I admit it seems a little ridiculous to be posting about September 21st on October 2nd. In my defense, Conor’s teething has turned him into a Barnacle Extroadinaire, meaning that when I attempt to get up early to post he uncannily wakes up about 5 minutes later, ready to snuggle. Cute, but unproductive.
I’ve considered just pretending September 21st through October 1st never happened, but that would be a waste of Instagram. So here you are:
I promise I have more interesting photos in store than the above of my Friday breakfast, so-captioned because at that time I had done exactly zero work on Conor’s party (the next day) due to my vertiginousness (probably not a word) of the week. Friday morning was the first one where I could actually walk in a straight line without feeling like I was going to vomit, hence my Caribou Victory Breakfast.
After work we headed out to a yummy dinner at Benihana to celebrate my friend Laura’s birthday. Note the lack of photos. This was because in between bites of food, the entire dinner was spent:
- Preventing Conor from crawling atop the searing hot cook surface in the center of our table.
- Preventing Conor from grabbing the chef’s knives.
- Preventing Conor from crawling into the restaurant kitchen.
- Preventing Conor from running wild all over the restaurant.
Conclusion: Conor and restaurants should not get together again for a while.
Post-dinner, I finally got my party prep act together at…….you guessed it…….Party City, which I should just rename the Overpriced Balloon Store:
I think Party City was invented for people like me who wait until the 11th hour to do any semblance of party planning, and then charges you your soul to pay for it all. In my head and on Pinterest I had carefully planned an adorable dinosaur party, complete with handmade hats, cake, and a personalized outfit for the birthday boy himself. The reality? Party City Dino section. Oh wells.
In between debating the merits of metallic versus matte dinosaur paper plates, I attempted to wrangle a Not Sleepy Conor:
I think he tried to eat one of the flags, as well as several balloons. Baby + party store is almost as bad as baby + restaurant.
After crying ALL THE WAY HOME, he finally fell asleep. And I finally headed out to do more party shopping. I managed to do the following between midnight and 2:30 a.m.: finish shopping (thank you, 24-hour stores), bake a cake, make giant letters spelling “CONOR” out of posterboard, do some more laundry, and drink my weight in Diet Coke. The end!