It's been another heck of a week or two in the Isbell household. My mom constantly reminds me that "if you want to make God laugh, make plans". This is coming from a woman who also likes to remind me that she isn't "religious" but she is "spiritual".
Yes, mother was right. Don't try to make plans. About a month ago I began "planning" Carter's 2nd cowboy birthday. I went to great lengths to create custom invites on Shutterfly that depicted Carter as the Lone Ranger. My mother-in-law, BLESS HER, was enlisted to make hobby-horses for each guest. The date was set, Oriental Trading was given a hefty donation, and the invites were mailed.
Well. . . I went for a baby checkup (oh, that's right we actually need to remember that a 2nd human being will soon be joining our family and needs attention too) and found out that baby Miles was great, but momma had pneumonia. Wait? What?? I had a party in two days, the invites, the cupcakes were ordered, hobby horses for crying outloud! Nope folks, the momma was very sick. I knew I didn't feel well, but the next few days were borderline scary for the momma and momma to be. Needless to say, Carter's party was postponed until the next weekend. Luckily for me, my cupcake lady (no judgment here please, I work full time and am VERY pregnant), had a church potluck to take her cupcakes to.
Well, the party went off without a hitch. Unless a hitch counts as a two-year old who didn't get a nap and consequently didn't want to share ANY of his new toys with his generous guests. Or if a hitch counts as possibly inviting toooo many young cowboys and cowgirls and serving toooo much sugar. Or if a hitch counts as aforementioned sugared up cowpokes earning numerous bumps and bruises from enlisted hobby-horses. Regardless, kids came, kids had cupcakes, kids played cowboys/cowgirls, and kids left with hobby-horses, hats, sheriff badges, and cowboy hats.
The most important part is that Carter had a wonderful actual birthday and a fun time at his party with all of his friends. He did fall asleep sitting up next to me at 5pm and is currently snoring on the couch. I would like to "plan" on his sleeping through the remainder of the night, but we all remember what my mother said about "plans" right?
