We had one of those days where the kids all woke up cranky and conflicted for no apparent reason. They’re in bed for the night now (sigh of relief); we made it through with judicious use of naps (Audrey), videos (Owen), books (Abigail), and chocolate (ahem).

Dane is quite distressed that this comments section wasn’t chock-full of suggestions; he’s now hovering behind me brainstorming phrases like “my husband’s new balls” and “who has the balls around here.” (Hello, creepy Googlers! Sorry, this isn’t what you were looking for! Good-bye!) The balls will work just fine, by the way. Plus, they were on sale. Yippee.

I’m now dreading making muffins for the party. It’s pretty much just our parents, siblings, and their entourages, but even that adds up to over two dozen partygoers. How many muffins do two dozen people need? Some of them are babies… do you think people will feed their babies muffins? I never can tell about these things.

My goodness, this sounds like a lot of worry over a one-year-old’s birthday party. There aren’t even games or crafts or favors or anything. You see why I only throw one party for the other two? Any more party planning and I’d need a prescription sleep aid.