So the boy’s first birthday was Saturday.
I think the party was a success. Good lord, I hope the party was a success. I think I have bald spots from pulling my hair out over details that, truth be told, people probably didn’t even notice.
The monster pops were a huge hit.
Everyone loved the food… Ham, pork loin, roasted chicken, sandwich fixins, broccoli salad, potato salad, cole slaw, pickles and olives, cocktail weenies, party meatballs… We even made green punch with lime sherbet and ginger ale.
We made about 144 cupcakes. By the end of the day on Friday, I didn’t want to even look at another cupcake.
Ok, not true. I just ate a cupcake.
Then there was, of course, the cake. I have to say, I’m pretty proud of this cake. Not sure that I’m a fan of the garbage can lid, though.
The boy had a blast. I think he really enjoyed smashing the cake once he figured out what to do.
This party wouldn’t have happened without help, of course. The BF’s mom and my parents were kind enough to give up a Friday to help me with food and general party prep. I can be a bit of a Nazi about stuff when getting ready for something big, so they all get big props for putting up with me.