Angry Baby, turned three yesterday. Time really needs to slow on up and sit the Hell down
Because her birthday was on a Wednesday, we had AB’s Birthday Party on Saturday. After last year’s torturous B-Day Par-tay scream-a-thon disaster, I decided to go back to the basics, we returned to the serene park where Angry Baby had her very first Birthin’ Day shindig.
The weather was sweltering and humid as a crotch jazzercising in the Amazon, but other than that, the party was a success. As we packed up her bevy of new toys and said farewell to friends, Valor looked at Lover Fo’ Life and said: “I had a GREAT TIME at my birthday celebration!” Yeah, she really DID call it a “celebration,” girlfriend knows how to gild the lily.
After 3 years in the Mom-game, I’ve settled into a comfortable stroll with our lil’ tuff gal. Yes, I’m pretty sure I’ll never again get to use the crapper in privacy, and my days involve repeated “clothing schmutz checks,”(due to sticky little grabby hands.)But for the most part, it’s pretty f*cking awesome being a parent. Special shout out to the world’s greatest partner in grime, L4L, AKA the REAL hero!
So, instead of the usual drunken cat-calls and elaborate fart jokes that this clap-trap hobo parlor of a website is famous for, today I’ve decided to share a few of my favorite photos taken (by my lil’ Sis) at Angry Baby’s 3rd Birthday Party. Enjoy!
If you’re looking for staged and styled photos, I am not the one. Angry Baby HATES having her photo taken, so we gets what we gets. Want a bunch of perfect “mom blog” snapshots? Go
bore yourself to death somewhere else.
The Birthday girl and her BFF living it up, and making some noise.
She REFUSED to let us do her hair for the party, “I don’t want a hair bow,” was the quote of the morning. Of course, having her mother’s Seniorita Sweatstache genes, she was a mess.
Here’s Valor barely tolerating us singing, “Happy Birthday,” to her.
This is my current favorite photo of our sweetie.
Getting the hang of unwrapping presents…
She insisted on wearing her new hat, in 90 Degree heat.
In the end, our choice to skip a big loud party paid off, Angry Baby celebrated her day on her terms, and had a blast.